Do Warts On Dogs Smell?

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The Pulse IV Festival of Literature in Lodz early December. in the space of the city there are posters with poems winners of the previous editions. Jack Bierezina and poems written by: Tomasz Bąk, Wojecha Brzoska, Bozena Brzozowski, Peter Gajda, Rafal Gawin, Seweryn Górczak, Peter Groblińskiego, Izabela Kawczynski, Christopher Tick, Mariusz Cezary Kosmala, Kułakowska Carolina, Paul Łęczuka, Maciej Meleckiego, Matthew Robert, Joseph Obory, Marzena Orczyk-Wiczkowskiej, Jolanta Stelmasiak.

The poster was also my poem Fri one for you (see photo).

detailed list of places where you can find posters of poems is available here . People! Look for poetry!

And if someone manages to track down a poster of my poem and give him a picture, which then send me e-mail, the rematch will receive from me a copy of the original from the ice fishing ('s "Phrases", Rzeszow 2008). Feel free to play.

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even get a poem: 'Sirenia' headed by Konrad

comes with the latest, the eighth already, please dial the literary quarterly "Arteries" will soon be the Empików a second collection of poems by Conrad headed Fri hominy. I recommend this book to draw your attention, and encouragement I would like to share it with a line closing Fri Sirenia .

November 9th. I had the pleasure to participate in a meeting that promotes the letter and accompanying book in the downtown Cultural Forum - House of Literature in Lodz. About "arteries," he told Przemyslaw Owczarek, and cross-examine the author took Mamałygi Rafal Gawin and Matthew Robert. This meeting cemented my belief that Konrad Ciok many talents is a man who is not only a good poet but also a brilliant photographer, and what struck me the most and there is probably quite common, a great interpreter of his poems, called. stage animal. I listened to him with pleasure, and judging by the reaction of the audience, the pleasure was not only my participation.

following poem and a short interview with Conrad Ciokiem. Feel free to comment and share their insights.

Sirenia

; TR

When I started writing, I do not know ,
that die prematurely, and those ugly words
replace my gnarled coffin.
that every morning on my grave the flowers will bloom, but the evening

wither, because where I will put, the climate is dry
. When I started writing, I never thought
does that dissuade me from the road right
and difficult, and will carry in the field. That millet and flour,

and poppy seeds will be sufficient to me, because I will
had, and soon, and it runs out.
I will stone. Not thought about it, taking
voice on important issues like snow

or similar sky. I did not think about it, and that is what
came, slowly, under her fingernails.

Robert Rutkowski: From the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving a book that is so osobliwegotytułu hominy?

Konrad Ciok: used in the Second Programme of Polish Radio waudycji Notes from the present, I had the opportunity to hear opowiadaniaFranceski Michalska, doctor and writer. In the novel All the joy of life. NaWołyniu, Kazakhstan, Poland describes the hardships of his childhood, adolescence: exile in Kazakhstan, hunger and mortality experience. Hominy, a traditional dish poor - if you can call the dish cooked, kukurydzianąmąkę - appears here as the greatest happiness. After weeks nieopisanegogłodu - full pan This nutritious slurry.

do not know why, in my area (central Poland), something called hominy rozbełtanego, inconsistent, missed. The design is such an apparent tejksiążki hominy: a few poems, two prose poems, and yet ... But I hope that after reading this structure turns out to be transparent and that in the minds of readers mamałygi do at least the pie.

RR: I'll tell you honestly that it was not easy for me to choose a poem, which I would like to talk to you. In Mamałydze you posted What najmniejkilka texts, which I stopped, even opening a book of thrill or poignant and very real, honest line correspondence. May dedicated to your mom. Eventually I decided on the closing line tompt. Sirenia , bearing the initials TR. The first line, as mentioned above thrill also opatrzyłeś initials - AS. Rozszyfrujmy them. You open the book tekstemdedykowanym Andrew Sosnowskiemu, and close the text for Thomas Różyckiego.Czy this is how you perceive his work, locates between the dwomaautorami? Why did you decide on just such a dedykacyjną buckle?

KC: I'm not particularly wyznawcąjakiejkolwiek orthodox school of writing. There are many poets who have attracted me to the following language swojądbałością. Among Polish authors wymieniłbym właśnieSosnowskiego, Rozycki, Pasewicz or Swietlicki. This kind of dedykacyjną klamrąchciałbym the authors give a hand. Both of these texts refer to bardzokonkretnych poems - thrill to zoom and Sirenia the cycle of sonnets Cologne. Wykazałbym a great immodesty, saying: "Yes, locates between the two authors." I can for them at most wave, there is a bottom, where I am. I have a very large distance to his writing, it is niezajmuję not particularly systematic, far be it from me, byustawiać anyone (especially yourself) in any hierarchy. Make this possible is the country of a sufficient number of people who are in this upodobanie.Skłamałbym However, if I said I do not like this book. If so, would the kajeciku, zeszyciku on parapeciku, summer in the oven for działcew Lubuskie.

RR: When I started writing, I do not know / żeprzedwcześnie die. Now, you know? Or is it that every death jestprzedwczesna, because we are never ready for it?

KC: I would, and this. Very early death was reprimanded by his childhood mnie.Przez I was fed up with stories, as it were kupioneubranka to my funeral, as it denied operation, because the prognosis byłybeznadziejne, as is a doctor intercede (for a large bribe) and pokroiłdziecku head. I kid zdrowiało. I have no illusions, not live to see późnejstarości. I also have around you enough examples to show that "późnastarość" turns out to be very tiring for the "późnostarej" person and jejotoczenia. I would not ever become a burden to anyone. On the other hand, the whole story, or some do not become resistant to death. I do not know, maybe some kind of jestto egotism, selfishness, that when you think about moving away, it starts with questions: "But what about me?" "And what?" "That's? So much? "Now nothing will be?". Well, this is a little dramatic, especially jaksądzę when he is 23 years old, and several plans for the future.

RR: Stop me if a canter in the second stanza and interpretacji.Pierwszą poem read in part as a reference to one znajbardziej known odes of Horace, commencing with the words exegi monumentum aereperennius . Poetry is for you, if not a permanent monument, it is just such a gnarled coffin, in which you close your life?

KC: Talking about his poetry per statue is, it seems to me a slight abuse of the word memorial. This beautiful monument recently erected in Rio deŚwiebodzinejro our Catholic, white brothers, with rynnamiodprowadzającymi water from the head of Jesus at his feet. And with Tesco. Speaking seriously, I do not think that poetry has survived long in the memory jakośszczególnie readers or historians literature, przezco closer to that of its coffin. When I read the poem scarcity is evident, I think, quite accurately.

RR: In the second stanza say: When I started writing, niemyślałem / does that dissuade me from the ways of the righteous / and difficult, and will carry half ready . While these fields are interpretively clear to me, it remained a fragment częśćtego longer so obvious it is not. What do you want us to say podmiotliryczny this fragment? That poetry and language are moving us again and again in poleto, I think, we know Both great, but if poetry is not the right way, drogątrudną? Understand creativity as a life to go to the sitter?

KC: No, no. It is a bit of a joke, in the sense that it is "literary life" is a terribly destructive. All these spotkanialiterackie, vodka, beer, female poet, a great intensity of feelings - these are the "field" (of course only at a certain level of reading). Natomiastporządnego Life, Catholic, white, heterosexual citizen of our country, serving such as a forklift operator or manager of a branch bank, it is the right way and hard - with an emphasis on the right. Well, tell yourself, czyidąc to the IRS and answering questions about profession, "the poet" wzbudzimycoś more beyond ironic smile?

RR: key point of the line, which stops and the liquid niejakowybija reading, it is only a short sentence in the text ( I zostaniekamień ), the whole song is written quite long, complex sentences, and here nagletaki stone by which the reader stumbles during reading.

KC: stone here is just such an obstacle. Once you have zbierzezboże, potatoes, or whatever anyone else in the country is sowing, when they have izabronuje plow fields, it collects stones to drill no clogs, żebypotem kombajnowi did not break the blade, or to a reference potato digger blocked. In addition, there is also a stone bezuczuciowym something, without, no stone is.

RR: Poetry role as say in one of the thumbnails prose ... With this line, it appears that poetry for you to deal sięrzeczami unimportant and ephemeral, transient (snow), as well as majestic ipięknymi but unreachable (sky). They come from you in a box by it, acts as President just as they are?

KC: little bit, yes. But it is, I feel this line niecowięcej distance to the poetry than wyczytałeś, which of course is neither troszkęprzytykiem. "Heaven" and "snow", as "the rose gardens of delight" This takieschematyczne literary tropes for novice authors to konstruowaniaobrazów in rows. Communing with the literature, with the broader culture, challenges. This statement is rather trivial, but necessary. As potrzebnejest provocation to reading, to maintain the zero drift, or niskichstawek VAT for books.

RR: line shut great phrase: And this is what came, slowly, under her fingernails . I interpret this as a kind of "awakening wtrumnie" sterile scratching in the lid, the sample beyond poetry, an attempt to-let - futile, because who once allowed himself to be exported in the field of poetry, dear powrotnejnie finds. I am mistaken?

KC: No you're wrong. And I'm very like this interpretacjapodoba.

RR: On the fourth page cover of a volume of Robert Matthew writes: Reading Mamałygi metaphysical experience, while the physical pain . Do you agree with this? What to you is this book what it says about you? What zCiebie saves?

KC: "The physical pain." It's important for me to say bowiele of the things described in this book relates the pain of krystalicznieczystego, hot and unbearable. Physical pain with which I was living przezwiększość for you brother. And this book is perhaps a little physical bóloswaja. But it shows, I feel despair and disappointment caused by this pain, inability to pass through an active youth and life, disease and bólwłaśnie. I am not sure if I should in this way tejksiążce talk about. I wish that we guess the readers of its meanings. Jestnieskończenie well with me that the book was released, and that spotykamsię positive in its favor.

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Ciok Conrad (b. 1987) - his first volume of Kino Dirty (Old House of Culture, Warsaw, 2006). Poems published, among others the "accent", "arterial", "Fa-art", "Borderland", "italic", "LiteRacjach" "Oder", "Rita Baum", "Secession", "Toposie", "Undergruncie" and "vacancy". Finalist Competition. K. Janicki. Translated into German. Festival Catalogue Editor Lodz Design 2010 . He currently lives in Lodz, where he studied and photographed.

Do Genital Warts Turn Black?

takes me a lot of time everyday to find

yourself in tight rolls of linen.

can not hide from the pressurized

at me every few days grief.

laziness and stagnation

reminds me of cigarettes

in your bed.

not change many factors

forming that Modernist furniture

world around me.

I can only make itself

less complicated.

frantically to take care of what you earned.

love like yourself would like to be loved.

Peace gives me comfort and allows

the first time to experience the miracle of sustainability.

Every breath taken is so deep,

that deprives me awhile lungs.

There was no reason to complain
it's all been candy cream
neatly, smooth and clean forever

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still get a poem: "Light sensitivity" Peter Gajda

the first time on Light sensitivity Peter Gajda landed in a collection of poems presenting the winners of the VII edition of the National Poetry Competition them. CK Norwid. I returned to this text many times, I went in the claustrophobic images straight from the hostel in a dark hallway , poring into the darkness every now and then a light bulb asthmatic. Finally, I read aloud, each time repeating as a mantra: still get a poem .

When I got a copy of the original corpse, a volume from which the Light sensitivity , was obviously the first line, which searched the contents. And there met me a surprise. The text, which not so long ago made a huge impression on me, here presented a more modest, was somewhat less, with no more evocative images. Has he lost his power by the destruction and what is usually called the liquidity of a poetic narrative? It's hard to say. Certainly there is still one of the best poems that I've recently read.

Tied for first impressions, very long time I wondered which version of photosensitivity highlighted here. I decided ultimately on the volumes, because it is the last authored a variety of text and therefore treat it as binding.

below the line and a brief conversation with Peter Gajda. Feel free to comment and share their insights.

Light sensitivity

soul escapes as gas from the stove, the body prodiż,
a copy of current . I took out the child from him,
burned and black. Do you like the smell of markers , daddy,
draw sun? Take a yellow to Draw the navel
rays and turns me to stop bad dream.

whom, my daughter? Mother, with whom I plant in the polar night
forest, to the chilly morning did not run out of fuel? Me
he stared at the asthmatic bulb until it went blind
and heard, as darkness disappears before it is dry

cough? Belonged to her, you hid in the corners
or in a dark hallway. You gave us, and received, and now
scorns in hell. We still have electricity and visit us
sparks, from which is not clearly. Our shadows are getting
gray. Heart beats under the floor of the mouse.

Robert Rutkowski: kwestianajważniejsza It is not, let me, however, that from the start. I've read at least trzywersje photosensitivity. Jepublikowałeś Why? There was better to wait for the version you uznałbyś for the final?

Piotr Gajda: Yes, it should be clarified. As you know, observant poet "makes the poem" to the end, zezrozumiałych reasons, while being not only its author but also jegopierwszym reader and critic. The question is, where he puts the turning point, indicates the point at which considers your text finished. For me, this publication chwiląjest line in the book, not in a literary magazine, not in Interneciei not, say, in some anthology of the competition. Of course, on the muddy path wchodzimytutaj because printing several versions of the same row in różnychmiejscach is evident lack of discipline, but a certificate of epistemology.

RR: Czytomikowa version of the line is the result of your work on the text, or perhaps raczejwspółpracy with Przemek Shepherd, who was editor corpse? How do you work at all if it's not a secret? "You give the bear the images, and then they" clean up ", or maybe pisaniajest strictly subordinated to the process of thought and what you want the text to say?

PG: "Przepracowywałem" Light sensitivity once, maybe twice, because after the publication of its first version (bodajżena Poetry portal Poetry Poland) I was amazed when readers odebraliten line only as text on infanticide, referring to strasznegozdarzenia of Lodz (social reasons, his mother murdered his nowonarodzonedzieci there, and then together with her husband was hiding them in barrels .) Meanwhile, a wspomnianejzbrodni I do not think, I did not take it into account as leitmotivu my story. Therefore, in order to escape from this interpretation, resigned from one of the props line, which originally was just so clearly associate a barrel. Already during his collaboration with Przemek my Shepherd took yet innąpostać line - especially in puencie. Here I must go back a bit to the story. Well Przemekbył also the editor of my debut. Then I refused to żadnezmiany hostel in the system, and zaledwiena cosmetic changes in the matter of lines. This time I agreed nawszystko, because at one point lost certainty as to whether the written wystarczającodobrą to afford the comfort of not taking the wiadomościżadnych comment on its content and structure. And my editor and the lines in the podszedłdo their original form rather critically. This is why he interfered razempozwoliłem much deeper into the structure of the text, preserving the complete independence oczywiścieprzy, because the whole time talking about the form and content nieo. To be honest, it's my punch line today, I like more than that recorded in the poredakcyjnej. However, the version of the book is wersjąostateczną that line. As for the so-called. ... Always najpierwmyślę technique of what I have to pass and if it's not too selfish; czywiersz, which I intend to write the text will not be addressed solely presumption. Jednym zdaniem, czy jego egoizm nie przeszkodzi mu w zdobyciu się napewien uniwersalizm. Następnie szukam tego, co nazywam „frazą otwarcia”, kluczaotwierającego bramę mojej wyobraźni i języka. Cała reszta to już obszar mistykii intuicji, który trudno jest mi do końca zdefiniować.

RR: Pamiętasz okoliczności powstania tego wiersza?

PG: Doskonalepamiętam, skąd wzięła się jego „fraza otwarcia”. W tym przypadku był to wers: Lubisz zapach markerów, tatusiu...? .Słowa they spoke my daughter, addressing them then to have (a visual artist's wife in the house iakurat performed some contract work, using just tymnarzędziem). This question is somehow fascinates me, because postanowiłemje use. To be able to turn in depth answer to your question, reveal something of their privacy. Well, we have two children with his wife and three powinniśmymieć. And this is the second in the order of the child, whom nature never niepozwoliła come into the world, sometimes I dream. For a long time I carried with him zamiaremnapisania a row because I discovered that in terms of emotional damage ... doświadczampoczucia

RR: I assumed that this is also the row and about, but a matter takdelikatna that I had not dared to ask you about it directly. It is difficult zmierzyćsię of such events in life (say zperspektywy father), let alone literature. Is writing a poem, you felt something żedotykasz elusive, extremely important, yet fragile? Guess is that the care with which to write zasiadałeś light sensitivity had to be a real burden ...

PG: Notak, the poet is usually "skinned man." It is he who makes a public row każdymprawie expiation. In this case obawiałemsię falling into banality, and that my personal experience of emotion brzegów.Dlatego hand had to write under the dictation of the poet, and only the second place poddyktando father. As you know, such a division is a very fine line, because these are poets, we are human beings and vice versa. Będącczłowiekiem fundamentally naive, do not assume in this case jakiejkolwiekkalkulacji.

RR: What is poetry which does not save? I have a feeling that this thought zwiersza Czeslaw Milosz, you must be very close. With this thought I read Hostel and delay.

PG: Zwiekiem the world around us seems to be the only burning; naszychmarzeń and youthful ideas. As poets, we are able to save wyłącznieduszę because the body and in the end annihilation. We must constantly renew themselves wykrzesywaćz acts of the spirit, rather than focus all its attention exclusively on aktachnotarialnych. Not think straight oratowaniu entire nation, let's start saving one man - himself.

RR: In photosensitivity niemalwszystkie constituent features, I find your poetry: suggestive, rather klaustrofobiczneobrazowanie, smooth, despite its density of phrase and characteristic anxiety, which says that there is something in that line, something that takes on drugimplanie, beyond words. Light sensitivity mogłabysię probably no problem to find a hostel , who can say, takes place within the four walls of the world.

PG: Niemógłbym deny. I'm not going. The question is whether the writing is still about the same in the end it becomes sterile? Czykonstruowanie own world with that specific jurisdiction is a mistake, or poetyckadojrzałość?

RR already answered these questions? In that Page goes Piotr Gajda wswojej next book?

PG: Tojedno of these questions, which in par answer, actually I do not want. Roi to me only in my head that tymrazem try to move away from the burial of the ashes, in so far as it is possible to tow my case.

RR: Napoziomie have the same text Light sensitivity is to me a touching poem about the futility and try to go beyond it. Wsamym language of the poem feels Instead resignation, sterility podejmowanychwysiłków to overcome this futility. An alternative to dark scenery tegotekstu is light, which was to be a child, but it turns out to be burned and black , and therefore doomed naciemność at the time of the birth (including how many Cioran, from which you quote served as the motto of the book of poems). Word is also the key pojawiającysię in the first and third stanza electricity, which interpret the bergsonowsku. Najbardziejprzejmujący but for me it is mentioned theme of light, true, natural light, which in principle (apart from the title) in this row are not talking about ma.Gdy light, it is artificial (drawn in the sun, which, after all mimonajlepszych desire will not shine, a light bulb, which at the moment chwilęprzerywa darkness, and finally the spark from which no is not clearly ). There's a gray and quiet, the only którejsłychać mice beating heart and an irregular cough jużastmatycznej said bulb.

PG: WspominającBergsona and Cioran's start with the fact that the latter eventually porzuciłoptymistyczną philosophy of this first, becoming the nihilist egzystencjalnym.Jakże cioranowska futility of human existence is familiar to me! How wszerszej run our lives justified? If they do jegorozbioru, piece by piece, would remain the same as his głównysens procreation, and in addition the most important one, not obscured by any religion, or filozofią.Pozostałe our efforts are in vain against the inevitable death, have swojeuzasadnienie only a desire to extend their gatunku.Literatura is only a trick of becoming subordinated kimśnieśmiertelnym delusion, attempt to "life after death" due to left in memory innychludzi śladowi, that really is one in a million chance to live as long, like our children, cultivating in a sense memory of us in własnymżyciu. Just because no appeal to me the arguments that my poezjajest too pessimistic. Writing about our fate is a determinate type przecieżswego catharsis.

RR interpretujędwojako last verse: lyrical vegetating body and listens to the beating heart in mice oczekiwaniuna death, because nothing no longer happen, and if it did, and so niebędzie brighter, or just accept such a force, which suggests owobijące heart. Anyway, both my reading too optimistic są.Co not going to say that punch line?

PG: Oprócztego, as mentioned, also says the punch line of courage. Such a kind of courage, which - despite the fact that from birth we are brought before the face of death, allows us to deal with destiny, even if it is bravery myszypostawionej meet eternity.

RR: Coten verse says about you?

PG: Zarównoten poem, like all others, which have so far written and published, he says about me but the truth. I do not stylises life I live.

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PiotrGajda (b. 1966) - author of books of poetry: Hostel (London 2008) and Latency (London 2010). Poems published, among others in the arteries, "" Brick, "" Frazier "," Options "," Toposie "and the" crucible of Culture and wantologii Lodz rookies "on the ridge" (Lodz, 2008). Nominated for nagrodygłównej Competition. Jack Bierezina (2007). Winner of several konkursówpoetyckich, including them. KK Baczynski, to them. W. Bak ("String Orficka"), im.W. Gombrowicz ("Against Poets"), to them. Z. Herbert ("The lily leaf"), im.Brunona Jasienski (Euterpe on Wichrowym Hill ") them. M. Kajki, to them. Wł.Reymonta, to them. W. Sulkowski. He lives in Tomaszów Mazowiecki. Together zKrzysztofem Tongs leads BiałaFabryka blog.

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even get a poem: "Tree" Izabela Kawczynski

be lying if I wrote that a long time wondering what piece to start the cycle even get a poem . At the tree line Kawczynski Izabela landed first on the blog White Factory, where Peter Gajda posted it as his poem of the month. From the first reading zapuściło tree rooted in me, deeply rooted and not leave us indifferent. I remember a conversation with Peter późnowieczorną via IM Gadu-Gadu, during which I shared his impressions after reading the poem and the intention to buy a volume Largo, from which the tree . It is thanks to Peter, who, as it turned out, was a good friend Isabella Kawczynski, in mid-February 2010, came to me a copy of the original Largo with personalized dedication. The author met in person a month later, when together read poems during the evening of literary poets Lodz region Fri "Lodz fleet poetic" in Tomaszów Mazowiecki.

below the line and a brief conversation with Isabella Kawczyńską. Feel free to comment and share their insights.

Tree

what you have for so many years and he does not want to die. Fruit
are sour and heavy as sin. At the top of the glassy
sun bile seasoned eye. Moisture comes

on the river side. It brings rustic sweetness, and I
getting old with you. Are you afraid that you will die in July.
is July. Tree on which you owe, born fruit.

Robert Rutkowski: In an interview given to Martin Bałczewskiemu say: Writing is a journey inward, contacting your own subconscious. That is the whole mystery . Is the tree is such postcard / souvenir travel? What does this poem about you?

Isabella Kawczyńska: My approach to art grows out of the Jungian concept. It is an attempt to reach the subconscious and the collective self, trying to transgression. Art always has a secret which can not encompass the mind, so it may be very close to life. We can analyze the form, language, symbols, but when it comes to the very core of the text as something to be spontaneous and pulsating, it should be easy to grasp. Of course, each line also brings some knowledge about me, but, you know, do not have to speak up.

RR: remember the circumstances in which this poem?

IK: I remember that was built a long time, has undergone numerous transformations, and still I could not get closer or a step closer to feeling that you had. Because I only ever came near to him, nothing more. It was a strange time suspended between a city that I left, and life in the countryside, which I did not know whether it would be such that what they imagine.
When I was a little girl, I thought about Jesus, how about someone may not be old, but really for adults at the time of the crucifixion. How about someone who lived through so much that he can die without regret. tree arises from the collision of that child's perspective, knowing that someone you love, is just as old as Jesus. And this is an attempt to acceptance of helplessness because they love nothing can stop anyone to defend. And yet we love and we believe that our loved ones will always be safe. Is not it strange?

RR: symbolism of the tree is quite rich, just look Dictionary of symbols to Kopalinski, where we read, among others the tree as a divine guarantee of renewal, hope, fertility, victory of life over death, and shadowy and full of fruit branches are often understood as a symbol of femininity. You write the line: Fruit / are sour and heavy as sin , moisture coming / / from the river side. brings rustic sweetness, all the bile treated eye. Eroticism under supervision, whether it's my over-interpretation? I have the impression that sexuality in most of your poems are, shall we say, quite dark, often with mixed feelings of guilt (which is evident in your previous book). Is it a sin to physical love, which is the more it tastes like? Such " tart sweetness " ?

IK: If you love natural would be a sin, a life that takes from the beginning and would be a sin. There is no other power capable appoint a new man. Man invented the concept of sin, and love your body individual did not invent man. If I talk about sin, we understand it as a lack of authenticity. And it is a sin against each other. On the one hand is a society of orders, prohibitions and expectations, on the other, the natural state of totality for the child, the adoption of what was given to us, without any appraisal of the lens, beyond good and evil. Too often we forget that ultimately the body is our only home.
first book, a dog Luna and . Solar soldateska , stems from my experience in psychological work with the mentally ill, which is very much visible in the language of these poems. I wondered if the causes suffering and disintegration. Very quickly emerged three issues - in my opinion - axis for schizophrenia: personality of the mother, lack of acceptance of their own sexuality and the associated guilt, and above all, a paralyzing fear of death. Eros and Thanatos are taboo in spite of their trivialization in mass culture, but neither conceal nor reduction to banality do not weaken under the laws of which we are subject as sexual beings and mortal.

RR: For me Tree is primarily a poem about the inevitability of fate, so at least I interpret the construction of the track braces. And what is this poem for you?

IK: That fate is inevitable and unyielding. But also about the eternal human hope that we can change the fate and placate. Francis Bacon once asked whether you would choose nothing, or hell. Hell, he replied, in hell until the end I would hope I would be confident that someday I will manage to escape.


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Isabella Kawczyńska - published collections of poems: Luna and a dog. Solar soldateska (London 2008) and Largo (Olkusz 2009). Has published, among others in "Brick," "Frazier," "borderlands," Oder "," Re: presjach "," Tekstualiach "and" Toposie. Winner of literary contests (IM Baczyński KK, R. Wojaczek, K. Raton, H. Poświatowska, Z. Herbert, M. Kajki). For the book Luna and a dog. Solar soldateska received second prize in the "Golden Measure of Poetry" in the poetry book debut in 2008.

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daily struggle with dirt and discomfort on your body.

Wash breasts, clean the nails neat.

not admit the extreme thoughts

and try not to notice the stigmata of the socialist

sluggish on the buildings of the city.

time to inspire his love for art

and the shouting of the most beautiful words in the rain.

History of the World has long been

told by the ideal strangers

whose colorful expression

expand my chest.

waited for this fall.

Seasons, which he always laid down the Lady Lazarus.

Death processed into art.

I am inclined to dialogue, covering the same

silence in his eyes.

full admiration ...

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even get a poem

After a long break I get to keep a blog, but in slightly modified form. I decided that I would feel he published poems, for which I remain helpless, the lines that stopped me, and delighted to such an extent that I felt the inner need to share their enthusiasm with others. I hope that in time I posted here the text will be stored in a private anthology of contemporary poetry, which is a testament to what for me is poetry in general, as I understand it, and what (if anything) in it and I'm looking forward to it.

Post Title (I believe that going correspondent with the title of the blog), as well as the title for the entire series of texts placed here taken from a line of one of my favorite poets of recent times, Reiner Kunze:

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How an artist can enjoy the exclusive right to represent the components of what has survived and endured? I think that would be undemocratic ...

answer a journalist's request to waive the interview, 24 August 1978

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are evidence in us that we alone
we can provide

If only we can
from such a trifle
remove fingerprint

Then a girl, lost, recover
taste for life,
a real reader says:

still get a poem


2

The poet can not survive despot -
second

his państewku: free
stanza

(przeł. J. Ekier)

'm certainly not a lost girl who recover the taste for life, I do not know if I'm even a real reader, but I certainly know one thing: there are still lines.

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feel his melting eyes,

when I follow his eyes Your lips

and rich gestures.

Must like a real cat

półpełnym in bed with hot coffee.

Finally she reached me stability.

Just look at what a beautiful state we are.

Sometimes I feel like my own enemy,

when something opened my mouth and throws

of these words, I do not want to speak.

the senses zgasiłabym wearing

cigarette, but then

look to see the trailing

burned a trail.

Without this, what I have now

coming days would be even colder

and my body was whiter than the purest white.

Along with the rest of the nation Prozac

start the new season.

promise to leave a brief message.

I do not want to be released from isolation from each other.

Last streets were very empty,

as if people do not exist,

but it's just me to them was a ghost.

Best time goes on.

Did not want to be your ghost
Did not want to be anyone's ghost
Did not want to be your ghost
Did not want to be anyone's ghost

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Back

By avoiding life never I will not be happy.

Moje myślenie powoduje 

rany szarpane tępym ostrzem.

W śnie popadam w dziwną euforię,

która najpewniej ma

w sobie coś z fałszu.

Zapomniałam trochę o życiu...

Jakby tak być pięknym i pić wino?

Zbilansuj potrzeby,szukaj mniej,

lecz wymagaj wciąż więcej.

Jedna z moich części zniknęła bezpowrotnie,

umarła along the way and made part of the loneliest.

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Between our skins and burning spheres

Oh yeah

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cordially invite you to a new project.
welcome your comments.
link below.


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Someone unexpectedly betrayed me in happiness
eyes, like sand.
recognize groping each other again
and occasionally even
rub his eyes still alive, which react with pain point

in contact with more affordable part of reality.
We select the best ingredients, to the current state
not smash
destructive routine. The whole side absorbent

smell of hot, saturated with coffee and smoke a cigarette.
most valuable of wet body odor
hide deep within yourself and let her femininity

grow along with the clatter of heels beaten.
With every day more frequent and deeper
conviction.
always more.
never less.
instilled within me the desire to tame the world,
that this in no way not compromised
slowly planned future.
waiting for me such a life,
what I always wanted to lead.
I just need to believe that the great
words commonly inserted into the dry frame
determination''feelings''are able to survive
invariably very much.





Once I was lost to the point of disgust
I had in my sight
Lack of vision, lack of light
I have hard, I have fast
Mercy Me, never last

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Shopluck - first alpha

I release the first alpha Shopluck which is already written. Roughly it works. Obviously a whole is not yet ready for production sites, but most of the tests.

Currently there is only one version of a language - English.

first alpha Shoplucka

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No. 73 No. 72 No. 71

But strange of me to create.
to break with their ailments
rozbieganych enough couple, happy eyes, thick hair
completed zawadiacką wave
low voice and personality, which I am not
able to describe the end.
targeting their own,
bit skrzywionym
instinct was most apt action on my part.
could try to describe everything in words full of pathos
,
but why? On the day
bends afraid of losing, but
thinking about it diminishes to a minimum.
I already feel the almost childlike longing for
man with cat adoption,
on the road I stopped in for a long time. My religion
catch the cliché
sometimes even helplessness.
bit of self-centeredness and possessiveness
in those large eyes suggests
eccentricity, and the mix of feelings
a break from eating in solitude
is the best thing that could have happened to me. Meanwhile
disappear for an indefinite period.
expanding type of feeling I'm
and let it remain.




It's not enough
there's not enough for two

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Shopluck - news

Shopluck work on the module and are going well. Roughly all the backend work smoothly. There remains the question of product categories. Also, the frontend is working. Displays products, categories and manufacturers. I also added an additional module sidebar - will be responsible for display categories and manufacturers in the sidebar. Of course, it is possible to exclude those items on the page Pluck.


TODO list:
translations into other languages \u200b\u200bwill be at the very end - together with the Polish language - now is the only English

complete product gallery displaying the price of gross / net.

If you have any suggestions, you can write them in the comments:)

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If only falling in love was like in the movies.

resultant cases at its best.
happy as ever.

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Zasięgłam emotional loan.
resignation now seems to be the only true
reaction. I'm including every
sensitive touch, any involuntary

hug and jump pressure when too scared.
Behind your back becomes immoral.
losing consciousness again overwhelms me,
sip water we take in the throat,
but after a while everything just disappears and I want to smash everything
escape.
looking forward to any news,
even if their content appears to be
unsatisfactory.
If only I could be a hybrid
your dreams about women, so
you did it for me things unique
not allow my egocentryzmowi
spreading.
once again spread my paints,
on a piece of cardboard that you get
have been great to me.
It will be a good excuse for my
too long sleep.
What we can not give,
exceeds the size,
what I can give.
still demanding more from me
and do not allow the simplest solution.





I do not want to know what you're thinking
I'm looking out the window
Just fucking drinking

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Shopluck - Book shop for a new encoder Pluck

work on the module that is Shopluckiem Pluck shop floor to gain momentum. The major part of the backend code has been written, or manage products, categories, etc.. For yet the whole writing a frontend, but whether or not the work progressing faster than the same Pluckiem.

Shopluck is written on the event to version 4.6.x - version 4.7 will be written in the first after the completion of the module (so they only prescribe and not play with mergowaniem code), and secondly when Pluck is closer to 4.7 release " for freedom. "

For more details about the code refer to the launchpad.

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Recently, a new encoder, which began work on Pluckiem. His name is Sami-Pekka Hallikas and comes from Finland.

Like almost everyone, he started from the complications of the simplest CMS in the world - or Pluck:) complications, since he added. Htaccess and in accordance with the guidelines, the simplest is what will work forever, and not only when it is enabled mod_rewrite.

But this is not the end of his work, apart from a new Finnish translation for Pluck, most recently over the modules, and sending files to the server.

starts so interesting. We'll see what happens.

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Song Perfect Wave after wave

You take my every mood, as he struggles to
maniac repeat.
strays wave after wave.
Every day my confidence
chokes and separated by fear.
daily care what happens
in your eyes confirmed
those unwanted derogation from the rules.
world will not stop for me.
do not have anything to donate
and as I do not even have to look at
behind me, my presence breaks
over two days, but
Dawn changes everything.




Carnival The wheels fly
and the colors spin Through alcohol
,
That Red Wine punctures the skin Face to face

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Tidals

so much I want to break free from their self
forming ailments.
I feel that my time will never come
endless night ...
tidal fluctuations
hollow out the unwanted crash during the next test helpless lover. Compress
wrists to stop for a moment and feel the blood
panic erythrocytes. Sometimes I would have wanted
with anger
bite in the face, if only my physical abilities
allowed. With no accuracy
had not taken so natural and unconstrained
dimension.
stopped taking bitterness along with the empty bottle
slave wine.
Hit with it again when you feel lonely. Happiness
waiting for its maturity. Now
rozdziawiam
eyes in amazement, looking at how I lived even less than
two months ago. Already
again I'm not afraid, in her eyes had established certainty.
earned yourself your warmth, which I separate
evening time and it fills up,
until the next meeting.
leave his rebellious
retreats and I believe in the correctness of his position
in someone else's life.
It's like a light in a drunken smoky bars,
to help out. Returns
sensitivity.
manifests itself in every gesture
before the body becomes too light.





Making a meal of me now
're the perfect host

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next morning in a deregulated lifestyle .
Sobering cold tile is my companion
overcome the reluctance of everyday
dosypywaniu and more coffee spoons.
full circle, pour milk, sit down.
each defines me any choice
diversify boring and memories of the past.
I want to finally fell the sky.
Why would reverse this attention from
what I do and was thrown from the circle to the appropriate orbit.
Why is a manifestation of the growing dread
the return of my allergy.
Then I may be suggested word games
will not be necessary.
As always dreamed of belonging
Now I fear death.
still feel masculine scent and the eyes
I have fair skin.
not supposed to uncover so much.
My vocabulary is becoming poorer and the heart,
and head lower.
I do not know who you are and what you do.





"Today" fascinates me,
but always from the perspective of yesterday [...].

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I can not dream too much about what I want, because the weave of paradoxes
to get
and all the joy escapes through the safety valve
unconscious. Had I realized

film their every fantasy, has long
'd become a lady of the world on a chair with bulky
crawling snail guard feet.
Communicating in moments
regression problem has a measurable impact.
I would regret it, but in a fit of Dutch courage

flee in fear of turning your head back looking at whether you're chasing me.
provokes disgust, which ends meet
my scenario, hug, kiss ...





Leading us all somewhere
but it's nowhere
Nowhere but over the edge

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Pluck Super Power Pack - revision 3

There is a third revision to the Super Power Pack Pluck. Fixed bugs in the guestbook module. In addition, put a couple of elements, m.in:

* tinybrowser plugin for TinyMCE module
* twitter *
several other amendments including the amendment multithemingu.

Look at Pluck.

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can not heal everything
world view and medicine stores.
These have not read the first
a medication I can never take the due dose.
fall in platitudes and extremes.
damage is already done.
Waiting for a fresh, full of nitrogen, air,
that this momentary numbness futility
caused a few sips too much.
dressed this film lives in the pathetic words,
to increase their value, because for me the
eventually become nothing.
lack of respect for all those moments
raises great fear ...
figure I'm falling in someone else's arms.
I wake up with your breath,
but I would like to escape
in these areas is not available and spiritual ruin.
hard to believe anything.
slowly dive into a dirty lake,
when I wet the tips of the hair
a carefully ready makeup,
designed to impress you
helplessly flowing across my face
creating streaks feel awkward,
how much I care.
and I fear the consequences of the storm.






Pretending Are we Are we Are we
Pretending Pretending I like pretending

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I hope that soon will
kept me here something more than gravity
rather lack thereof. Dam
calm his inquisitiveness,
to no longer interfere their wretched
observations in the affairs of importance.
No more escapes the worst of the violation
glass and bare feet. Even more

these observations and my writing here will
completely meaningless. Blame it on
dusty plants,
pobłyskujące in the Sun on the list.
establishes its own pagan sacred.
declare their allegiance to him. Responsibilities run off somewhere
together with a stream
bright paint.
Can I do something more, even when looking through the window
's fun?







And now you and me are on our way
I think I've bought everything we need
Do not look back, do not think of the
All the places in should've been
It's a good thing That you came along with me

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Dopijam left lotions,
I try to hydration every inch of the interior.
comes the time when the nights are brighter than the days. All
rapidly progressive changes
looking for an analogy to those zeszłych.
Life as art is a conscious action, but
best solutions are born out of the case.
less complex descriptions, more life. Too many
happiness will become a bunch of idiots
shouting curses, but we will
idiotically happy. Crude
morning I waited until
boil in all the conversations that evening
spread like best food.
Slowly, with a delicate scent of the prime factors.
come back again, taking on a new character.





Three inches above the floor
Man in a box wants to burn my soul
And I'm tired, and I'm tired

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oranty We grow with half-empty bottles, green glass
which frees all our desires.
Later, I walk alone after his
maze, which is a straight line.
People automatically lead to its end, but I still
well-known irritant beginning. Too much rain

drank the last time. Everything is interesting
until
when it becomes available from the unbearable ease.

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Long after midnight Peacocks

wet flesh, her hair stuck together in pods.
fingers are impossibly
limbs immobilized by freezing.
ongoing emotional post
and continuous separation
overarching issues from these individual bad.
best things turn into the worst.
all meet soon on ... Since
will take on new colors
and clothes will smell someone else. Constant flashbacks
still destroy me, for nothing
provide the uniqueness of events, film-
scenery.
In these overtones creeping skepticism inserted
man, he is no longer a boy.
I can not pretend it did not happen, but it is getting
later.






random [...] meeting is something
least accidental in our life [...]

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Today I woke up as a peacock.
perfume I used to insulate
and please your ego. At home, took care
favorite place
then I started to read a list of women that so rozwarstwiły
your mind, that
became almost transparent.
I released her for a walk, velvet
let their eyes overflow with rain.
otrzeźwieją When, after the time they return to sender ...
before I really used to.
exorbitantly peacock with a long neck.
It's like the unfulfilled dreams that have piled
but merging them is the result of genetic determinants
transcendental position during birth.
In all, the idea is
to be impossible.
and start to live better.
need is the sun.