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even get a poem:" the last line, "Teresa Radziewicz

February 25 I had the pleasure to attend the copyright of Teresa Radziewicz promoting her latest book of poetry Fri Sonia name change issued by the increasingly thriving publishing Squaring Lodz. The meeting was held in Lodz House of Culture, and led them to Peter Grobliński.

light in the memory of a previous book, the author ( left side, the Association of Literary them. Baczyński KK, Lodz, 2009), the new collection of poems was expecting a lot and I can honestly say that neither Teresa Radziewicz nor Sonia did not disappoint my expectations. Especially noteworthy are the excellent illustrations by Magdalena Moscow.

In the series there are still lines would like to share with you a poem last Teresa Radziewicz. I also encourage you to read a short interview with the author.

last line

consist of only the important words
such as counting and waiting

there is room for the mother with his eyes gazing
and girls had to live in a common
- invented the names of the colors of dresses entangled tresses

is the city where the first match to

grooves and the way that Tomorrow will stop hurting

yellow light behind the clouds wypiaskowanych
will succeed that warms
embankment
zafaluje and check that place knows how to call the memory


harelip will grow
flaw can not be covered or transform

Robert Rutkowski: Undoubtedly boat likes you and probably likes to reciprocate. Your latest volume, change the name of Sonia , just appeared in the Lodz publishing Squaring, left side two years earlier effort (including the Lodz), the Literary Association. KK Baczyński. Why did you decide to re-release in Lodz?

Teresa Radziewicz: Robert, do you think that such a budding poet like me is able to choose the publications As ulęgałkach? But seriously speaking, of course, that she wanted to spend Squaring my book, it was important for me. Besides I really like the aesthetics of their publications, these books have a soul.

RR: One of the first thing that strikes the eye when you open your new book is the lack of punctuation and capital letters, even in their own names. Why the change? left side, if I remember correctly, keep punctuation.

TR: left side is more narrative, at times close to her poetic prose, and therefore, my opinion, it was necessary punctuation, which organized the text to some extent. In the book, changing the name of Sonia of punctuation could give the assumption that the function of organizing, more than in the first book, meet record, the layout lines.

RR: Before going to the line, which I would like to talk to you, one more question from the general category. Do you write Sonia ... , thus creating a character and placing it in certain situations lyrical, not obawiałaś that you enter the land which was already quite well-trodden by herbertowskiego Mr. Cogito? Of course I'm not talking about your poetics, because this is definitely a separate, I mean more of the same treatment literature. Such a comparison is self-imposed and it is difficult to escape it.

TR: Hmm ... as if to say here ... not afraid, because I do not think of Mr. Cogito. Or rather - I never thought that one compares with Sonia herbertowskim hero, because it's not those records, a different purpose, different gender, different, as you say, poetry. I should think a little regret, because it is very close to me, Herbert, and Mr. Cogito.

RR apologize in advance for this trivial question, but the venture. Title last line suggests that it is at the end of the book, yet it is not. Why did you decide it is not perversely placed at the end, while giving such a title. Why did you make this treatment?

TR: But you do not have to apologize for. I realized that by placing the last line , contrary to what the title suggests, is not the end of the book of poems, "exposure" on such questions. Anyway, in your question has been partially give the answer: "you decide it is not perversely placed at the end ...." I just meant to be - ironically. Of course, editor of the book, Peter Grobliński also asked me a similar question. But it would be boring if was the last line as the last in a volume ... This is a kind of "zmyłka. It should not be at the end, because then it is - contrary to appearances - something else. As in life. Something is happening, we think that it's over, that nothing more could be done and then life goes on ...

RR: In the last line can see clearly two issues most important, in my opinion, also for the whole book: the process of naming and the process of losing (more on this in a moment), which is a good case can be the connected. Calling it the more you discover / domestication of the existing people, feelings, places, things, etc., or perhaps more of their creation?

TR: This is a very difficult question. What is more call, to tame, or creating an? I think this and this at a time. What has not been named - does not exist. And even if there is foreign, and by that fact alone - threatening. Is called and becomes closer.

RR I do not know whether I will use too much mental shortcut, but the naming process, bringing with them a certain value nadda, so a change by which something is gained, while making something that we are losing. It's that proverbial "something for something." I do not know whether you agree with me, but if so, I would ask what you lose by, and what we gain in the process of naming, but also in the process of changing names, first names? When I checked the importance of Sonia name turned out that paradoxically, it defines a person who appreciates above all the unity, and also wants to extract from this union ...

TR: not checked on the importance of the name of my heroine. Zaskoczyłeś me what is clear from this analysis. And again you ask a question that is very difficult to answer. Naming, and so the word, the language associated inextricably with the culture, civilization - something that is opposed to nature, symbolizing the more feeling and action. I guess it was loose - the ability to think, this initial capacity, which probably still be observed in contact with the infant's mother, in dealing with children who are able to express feelings without words, and only later, when they begin to speak, use language as a means of communication, they begin to - paradoxically - to lose This communication (answer intuitively.) A profit? Even literature. "Something for something."

RR: You write: last line of / consists of the same important words / how to count and waiting. When on several occasions asked me about why in his last two books do not use capital letters, usually answered that I do not believe that some words were more important than others. You that weight in the opening line stresses, but not formally evaluates. Why?

TR: Perversely, even perverse. Moreover, often it happens that the same word for different people, indeed, for the same person, just in different situations, may have a different value. One is sometimes more important, and another time invalid. In Soni ... everyone read the selected word with a capital letter (laughs ).

RR: Correct me please if a canter in the interpretation. last line is my first line of the above-mentioned loss (apparently you can see it in the second stanza), about waiting for a better tomorrow ( way that will stop hurting tomorrow ), and finally to resign and surrender (yellow light behind wypiaskowanych clouds / will succeed that warms ) - surrender, which can be read as more ambiguous, as if going outside the poem. How much can be read autotematycznie corresponding with each title and the last stanza? You can not move away from poetry, because this is a flaw which can not be cover / or transform ?

TR: Sam probably do not even know how much you are wrong. Or he is a well - as a poet - know. This is a poem about loss, hope and finally, surrender. Is the story. And so you can read it. You went further and, combining punch line of the title, you've discovered another layer line. It is very precious to me, so to read it. You're right, we are in such blemishes, marks, which "grows" after any surgery or operations.

RR: How do you know the line, who happens to be incurred, will be the last? You never know and that is why the latter is not a volume? And if so, whether it is possible to write a poem that does not consist of the same important words?

TR: little perverted (again) turn around what you say. You never know if a line that results will not last. A when will it be? Imagine that. You write a poem, which turns out to be the last. Every attempt would be the line that does not consist solely of valid words. Only if then it will still be a poem? Same questions. Sometimes I think that reading poetry is primarily asking questions.

RR: Sonia name change is certainly a book to which I return. I congratulate and look forward to your new lines, because the appetite grows ...

TR: Well at such a time can tell the author? Why thank you and this is doing.


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Radziewicz Teresa (b. 1970) - poet. Author of books of poetry left side (2009) and changes the name of Sonia (2011). She debuted in a volume XXIX of the National Competition pokonkursowym Poetry them. Halina Poświatowska in 2005, three times nominated for the main prize of the National Competition Poetry them. Jack Bierezina (in 2008 received the Audience Award). The winner, among others. XVIII Poetry Contest for Prize. KK Baczyński in Lodz, XVII National Poetry Competition "Giving testimony" Krakow, VI National Poetry Competition them. Kazimierz Raton in 2010. Published in "arterial", "Frazier", "Migotaniach, przejaśnieniach", "Notepad satirical", "Pro Arte", "Study" and "melting pot culture." With the debut book of poems received the Literary Award Mayor of Bialystok them. Wieslaw Kazaneckiego for the best book of 2009. He lives in the Region.

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even get a poem:" breakwater "Michael's poetry Murowanieckiego

I hope that our wives will not have me this as bad, but I have a weakness for Michael Murowanieckiego language.

reading circuit, because the title of a new volume of the poet from the Cherry Mountain, is an intriguing, sometimes a bit surreal adventure, although it has deeply rooted in the reality. Murowaniecki the poet skillfully combining filtered by your imagination images with incredible sense of poetic language and hearing, through which lines of becoming the second floor, open up an additional meaning. The fact that the linguistic balancing act is not only fun it is satisfied Anyone who reaches this book.

I'd like to see this entrance was used as an excuse to me, because the cycle still get a poem decided to put a line that is neither figuratively nor linguistically representative of the book. breakwater, because the poem in question, clearly categorizes poetry and the poet in the world, locates somewhere between . That's what between is for me one of the key-words and that this volume, I hope I can talk to the author.

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

breakwater

Topics to set up a
as ribbons of rivers.

I do not know whether this effect
word suggests, can

words dictate life.
We are somewhere between

full of empty sea and sky.
touch the water as a new wound.

Robert Rutkowski: breakwater is oczywiścietylko excuse. I might as well choose any row with your nowejksiążki and I think that the conversation would look like. While reading circuit I felt that I go wświat well thought out and arranged into a coherent whole. Do not you think żewyciąganie a handful of texts from this book does it hurt? Wierszeoczywiście a weapon, I read a few of them earlier in the literary press, I mean more about the impoverishment of the message, because the surge speaks to me as a whole, something like - forgive me - a poem, not zbioruwierszy.

Michael Murowaniecki: You know, this book niepowstawała as a concept album, the story did not write up linearly. Many czasupoświęciłem to verify the layout of texts, for which accept taking responsibility całkowitąodpowiedzialność. I think your impression is a result of the proposed "order of events", so I take that as confirmation that it succeeded in miaręzachować consistent story. I think personally that if these texts properly shuffle, will be more clearly receded as autonomous. But for me, at wydaniuksiążki poetic, it is important more than the publication itself collection of poems - one where the bag method wszystkoładujemy "like flies". It has to be something more, it will be a project for which the motto goes, any message. It would seem that tooczywiste, but I try to read the volumes published to date, so I notice żeniekoniecznie happens. The literary criticism very often on the strength of starasię find the key to the book, though she could not believe that for niektórychautorów volume is simply a collection of the best texts, arranged nachybił-hit. There must be a defect after all, just for me myślprzewodnia is important not to say necessary.

And as for the poem ... If anyone feels takto, I do not see the problem. I do not have Forgive you, because I do not think bypoemat was somehow worse than a collection of poems. I've heard is true about being "has a prose writer" or "even a poet", but to forgive a "poem "?...

RR: Something that strikes the eye already when you first read circuit is your weakness dosurrealizmu. From the friendly people I know in the first version of a volume it was not only more but also was more brazen . Is the final shape of the book is a compromise between the clarity of communication awyobraźnią, or perhaps more between you and the editor / publisher?

MM: I think the "friendly" versions widzieliwcześniejsze volume, which was missing several texts of the freshest, Azat those that more strongly link (say) to surrealism. I've already paręmiesięcy the print debut collection had a pale outline of the second książki.Praktycznie the full year 2009 and half of 2010 it was time for me to work on komponowaniemtomu, the period of seeking a new style and his poetry collide with what nabieżąco I read (in this period regained a lot of poetic arrears, the so-called jeślichodzi. mandatory reading.) The result of this confrontation and odczekiwaniabyło thrown more than half their replacement text and other material. I think it is good - I wish my books were different from each other. Because I naco Punctum sequel? And the editor niemiał me a lot of work. As I said, drew the texts for nearly dwalata until it had time harden.

And where did surrealism? Poczęści revealed as a result of tracking surrealist painting (mostly René Magritte) - I liked tazadziorna allocation of objects and symbols, meanings move in a completely innerejony. But I would like to emphasize that in no small part of the surrealist short circuit comes just with life, like the sanitary zamieniającasię the moon. This is nothing like the popular image of his czasutelewizyjnej advertising. I bet, even if most of us saw it, but because we are immune to the images, which We are getting faster częścieji complains, not even noticed this unusual "metamorphosis". Gdyjednak will move so unusual "image" in the world of poetry, and so sferęniemającą lot to do with marketing, it appears that a clear call interakcję.Jest effect: disgust, embarrassment, giggle (because of such reactions miałemdo deal on delivery "pads"). That's all the reactions to stimuli, którymbył properly constructed line. On the one hand to pisuaruDuchampa near here, on the other - to intellectual dalliance, but for me there is toczywalka to regain sensitivity. That is, the reader wishes to take the glove, take guard lubchociaż, instead of yawning in the corner.

RR: Is the couplet beginning breakwater reveals something of the way you write? You give the bear the images and the drift in the phrase curious where Cięponiesie, or perhaps from the very beginning you have set the compass stigma punch?

MM: the lines so that nieprzewidzisz everything. Once you poniesiejak Pchełka , and once laboriously ryjesz dłutkiem in iron. Let me just say żepuenta finds itself, like shortness of breath after termination of long sentences. Codo's workshop ... I'm a bit of a jazzman, and a little upierdliwym realizatoremdźwięku. First, I play guitar solo from beginning to end, and then I sit up all night wstudiu to extract the desired notes, grind transitions, and fine-tune mixes.

RR: Literature is for you next life, or life is obokliteratury? In demarcates the breakwater, but I impression that only in order to highlight the paradox is really a botak. And may I not? Writing is for you rozbieraniecałości prime factors and submit it again after her, czyraczej, say, the autopsy, which is moving out of curiosity?

MM: For me personally in życiunie is not much room for literature, while literature is a lot of nażycie. Again, a paradox, but it was presented. Breakwater emphasizes this dichotomy. Title of the poem in spite of everything zaznaczapotrzebę separation, an attempt to defend against the tide. Because whether or not najlepiejogląda the sea, standing on a hard edge? course, the world must byćteż surfers.

RR: The short circuit dlamnie fascinating is the way you draw up the language and how this grabs you zasłówka, as subjecting you let him. I am thinking of even such frazyjak: in the word whiskey / hides the sky ( From the kitchen ) If błędniewymówisz word "Blackmail", / hear the devil, who has put ( blackmail ) day is fresh, / June carries a worm ( Staples ) you are, but there is no panic ( Dozajezdni ) . These are just a few of many examples. Is the language for Ciebieśrodkiem or goal?

MM: is not a goal, I can confidently say zcałą. However, I do not see your poetry without a trial zjęzykiem stocks. The words are inspirational material. That's a simplification jedyniezbiory letters but I've always liked scrabble . The words carry (or yourself) the other words, so why do not powyciągaćna top? On the other hand, I appreciate the tone and rhythm of speech. Besides - the same images? Same stacked golden mean? ... Somehow my little. Mniezderzanie turns words and concepts, I like sparkles. That spark comes czasemcoś unexpected, a bigger flame, who wants to give zahipnotyzować.Metaforycznie specifically, in setting my goal is to fire the grass.

RR Key word circuit is for me the word between . Towłaśnie here, I feel this book takes place: between wakefulness and sleep, will and intuition, life and imagination of life. Breakwater also jestpomiędzy. The closing line of a book of writing: And so life / between the lines ( Rugby ). Perhaps between tochyba good place for a poet who chowaw mouth gap.

MM: Probably maszrację, for a poet perspective is most appropriate, such straddle the border dwóchświatów, two perspectives. I like that you have found this discrepancy międzyżyciem a representation of life, because it's important (though somewhat masked) on circuit. For literature unless najlepiejjest maintain just such splits over a cliff. Because I assume it is between the gap. Top staćpo of either side hard, with both feet, but then there is no poetry. She pojawiasię if you find a guide, something that momentarily connects tedwie przewiedzie plane and electricity.

RR: wonder how far you can read breakwater at the level of symbol. Each row is a test of faith? A jeślitak, then what?

MM: breakwater is the humblest text circuit, but I think najpojemniejszym. Yes, in some sense każdywiersz this testimony of faith in the inevitability of events, the cyclicality of the laws of nature, turn right to choose, and somehow also pełneniebo . The book not only try to reconcile it all, but it is takżepogodzić with all this.

RR: How long can pierce sięprzez a metaphor?

MM: The effect . Or to the cause.

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Murowaniecki Michael (b. 1982) - author of books of poetry: Punctum (London 2008) and Short circuit (Łódź 2010). Winner of junks, 2008 - Prize for Literature to them. Stachy Zawiszanki. He lives in Lodz, and Cherry Hill.

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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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No. 76 No. 75 No. 74

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