Finished. It has been done, one might even say. Jakób underwent a transformation – a transfiguration – and Baśń (The Tale) soon came to...

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...

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....

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...

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

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)...

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...

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

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...

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

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

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

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...

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

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

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...