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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