- 4 days ago
Heart is stone.
Finished. It has been done, one might even say. Jakób underwent a transformation – a transfiguration – and Baśń (The Tale) soon came to...

- 6 days ago
Letters.
I had a dream about O, that he was a debut novelist. He had a stand at the church. Copies of his books were on the table, along with some...

- May 8
Dusk.
I remember several stories that used to be told in the village from which my Father comes from. One type of these stories in particular....

- May 1
One word.
Dear O, it never ceases to amaze me how little you actually understand about the situation you have found yourself in. You do not see the...

- Apr 21
Shadows.
Wiesław Myśliwski talks about his own identity in his extensive quasi-autobiography entitled W środku jesteśmy Baśnią [Deep inside, we...

- Apr 11
Scars.
I’d like to come back to wounds and scars for a bit, because I meant something different (I meant something, contrary to all appearances)...

- Apr 9
Wounds.
The wounds are in the tissue. The tissue can be organic, but it can also be of a different kind, less tangible. I was going to write that...

- Apr 3
Spring.
I’m gathering my thoughts with some difficulty. They seem to be whirling, flowing in a colourful and seemingly rapid stream, but whenever...

- Mar 26
Swamp.
My head is still spinning. And so what. Nothing still. The opening night of the Bull took place, despite the Szczepan’s – and not only...

- Mar 20
Images.
It is hard for me to resist the impression that everything is a coherent puzzle composed of eternally recurring themes and motifs –...

- Mar 11
About the Heart.
The Tale is about the heart. About the heart that is no longer there. Reportedly, that heart was there, once upon a time, a long time...

- Feb 28
Glow.
The dream is over. For those who were dreaming, anyway. I, for one, was largely one of them. I take some consolation in the fact that...

- Feb 26
A Pot.
I have heard somewhere recently that a person can be seen more or less in the middle of many size scales. For example, between a single...

- Feb 19
Kuba.
Thirty years ago, for a while, I lived under the same roof with a parrot, a budgerigar. The parrot was a small, green and yellow bird,...

- Feb 10
Differences.
I sometimes dream, quite often, that I have been persuaded to go on a sea voyage. I never know who convinced me to do this, or why I...

- Feb 6
Images.
I have been dreaming all night that I committed to writing some kind of long narrative in episodes, actually probably a novel, and that...

- Jan 29
Eyes.
Driving through the forest, we met a small herd of deer. They were eating hay from the feeding rack. Having seen us, they ran away a...

- Jan 23
Heart.
Chana gave Kóba (yes. the spelling is correct) her heart, but he gave his to Malwa. Unwanted, both hearts were lost, both died, dried,...

- Jan 11
Gold!
I do not have bad memories of the first days at school, it was quite nice, intimidating at times, and even frightening, but these...

- Jan 7
Some more confessions.
The New Testament story presents a picture of a certain optimum. The image is moving, it seems to me, not because it shows a desired but...
