…Unique character of Alexander Korotko’s poetry lies in its barely perceptible tangibility. It is like unwoven silk. Unwritten lines. Unspoken words. Words in shape of thoughts. The poet thinks and his thoughts come to you as hints, as revelation, as magic. These poems are not for reciting, they are for feasting your eyes on; then they penetrate you as pre-eternal essence, as a hope and promise, since the creation of the world is yet to come…
