Miron Białoszewski Quotes
1922–1983 Poland
Miron Białoszewski (30 June 1922 – 17 June 1983) was a Polish poet, novelist, playwright and actor.
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And [people] don't want to understand the first layer of the poem - its literalness. They immediately want to perceive something other than what is there.
Yes
in my hermitage it tempts:
loneliness
world memory
and that I consider myself a poet.
First I went down to the street on stairs,
oh, imagine, the stairs.
They're looking at me,
so I probably have a face.
Of all the familiar faces,
I remember my own the least.
I am a Denderowianka.
I don't know what that means.
Get in, madonnas
madonnas
To six-horse carriages
... ix-horse!
I carry it with me
some of my own place.
When I lose it
that means I'm gone.
_ _ _
I'm gone
so I don't doubt it.
Don't get lost.
Be there.
Let's pass each other, let's pass each other
but let's not skip it.
Let's pass.
We,
You who fly
and you are pushed.
I'm not worried about (...) not being. Finally peace from everything. The state of not being well known to me. I haven't been there once. Until 1922. Others too. They just forget.
Don't think I'm unhappy.
I'm glad I think.
Think I'm glad
She liked Art Nouveau.
She was depressed.
Now she meditates.
Something starting with "ę".
She vibrates.
Tekla Tekla Tekla Tekla
Tekla, the clock is calling you...
Tekla is gone, Tekla has left.
How glad I am
that you are the sky and the kaleidoscope,
that you have so many artificial stars,
that you shine so brightly in a monstrance,
when you lift your hollow
half-globe
around the eyes
under the air.
How immeasurable in wealth you are, colander spoon!
a man a Miron agonizes agonizes
again he’s a talossfor
an utter can’t utter
er
everyone is for themselves
the most important
because if you don't agree with yourself
it is what it is anyway
death death
so much of her
that it discourage
the pride of dying
The chicken with cucumber is ready
the weather is there
she put her teeth on
grab the bucket
for water
leans over
teeth splash into the well
and here are the guests on their way
i was afraid of my stomach squeaking
confused him with an invisible mouse.
existence
by non-existence
pulled by the hair
I went to the p p ph armacy
A a apo thecary
- Sir, we do not sell over the counter
I ask her
- Are you ours too?
- I'm Vietnamese
I left, with Asia, you never know