A pan Świetlicki

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wielce szanuje publiczność.
Mówię o tym bo skarżył się dzisiaj, że wyborcza napisała o lekceważeniu przezeń słuchaczy i ewidentnie starał się tym pogłoskom zaprzeczyć.

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pan Świetlicki ? pierwsze słyszę takie nazwisko

[al-kochol-8]

jedna z odmian nazwiska Swiatlo ?

taki sam PAN

[gph]

jak i Maleńczuk..
:D

czy toten Swietlicki?

[al-kochol-8]

For Jan Polkowski

It's time to shut the little cardboard doors and open a window,
to open a window and get some air in this room.
Before, there was always luck to fall back on, now
the luck's run out. With one exception:
when poems go and leave their stench behind them.
The poetry of slaves lives on ideas,
and ideas are a watery substitute for blood.
The heroes remain imprisoned,
and the worker is ugly but touchingly
useful - in the poetry of slaves.
In the poetry of slaves the trees have crosses
inside them - under the bark - made of barbed wire.
How easy then for the slave to travel the monstrously
long and practically impossible road
from the alphabet to God, it lasts only a moment,
like spitting - in the poetry of slaves.
Instead of saying: I have a toothache, I'm
hungry, I'm lonely, both of us, four of
us, our whole street - they say quietly: Wanda
Wasilewska, Cyprian Kamil Norwid,
Józef Pilsudski, the Ukraine, Lithuania,
Thomas Mann, the Bible, and at the end a little something
in Yiddish.
If the dragon still lived in this city,
they'd flatter the dragon to death - or hole up
instead in some corner to write poems
- little fists for threatening the dragon with.
(Even love poems would be written
in a dragon alphabet...)
I look the dragon straight in the eye
and shrug my shoulders. It's June. That's obvious.
There was a thunderstorm here this afternoon. Dusk will fall
first into the perfectly square city squares.