Jiří Dynka presents himself with seven collections of poetry forming an arc of dramatic development. From the brutal and painful conquering of new language topped with a kind of neurotic newspeak, the poet arrives, in his latest book, at a sensitive and even looser sketch – of himself, his wife and his two daughters, open landscape and also cities, particularly Prague (where he has been living for the last quarter of a century), Brno (where he studied architecture) and Luhačovice (where he was born in 1959). Dynka is a lyricist in the tradition of Nezval, a naturally melodic walker who follows the immediate reality with the greed of a voyeur and thus with the explicit erotic interest in its changing “body”. For him, poetry is the first and last refuge. Despite all the binding or even fatal elements of his writing, Jiří Dynka must also be given credit for his subtle sense of absurd humour.