(b. 1964) - poet, editor of the "Vicinity of New Poets." He has published volumes of poetry: "/ / point used / s / for / cze.pien.ia / /" (2003), "Pork tongues" (2005), "Cam_era obscura" (2009). Prize Laureate. Kazimiera Iłłakowiczówna awarded for the best book debut of the year. Publish on the site, "Polis. The city of Mr. Cogito."
II Katyn
dedicated to John Pospieszalskiemu
letters carved in stone
smoothed eye
soft drink rain water
from paragraph breaks away the last shred of air
scream and silence Long shots
coming from a lake as a foreign word
movers slowly in the gathering air
high wall ahead of them cloudy
Wailing Wall when they reach the individual drops as they hear
opens with a creak
steel tunnel runs deep into the eye of the skull
in search of light
swaying branches under water
waving forests or somewhere so that you can slot
go to the root path infested pine trunks rough
intact claw
lurks something like a salamander
screaming spots on the turf just
echo corresponds to the questions
they are no longer of this time
over them unbuttoned white dragonfly wings
guillotine
letters turn into sand
clepsydras
crying in the trunk of the birch
with charred bones
slowly emerges
unadulterated sense
21/04/2010
subsided when the lights went out terror
remaining forest dump
commemorates people in a very strange poses
broken chairs
murdered body
the red and white checkered
play dice with shreds of red cloth flapping
here and there on the branches of the tin cup
teeth fall out
jagged pieces of sheet metal strip
hide them łopoczących
sleeves Moscow archivists
clean up
selects
convincing evidence We just give
was sdiełat '
all quietly waiting for the arrival of
bulldozers
07/28/2010
panorama
skewed
cross the mossy forest
quietly steaming earth
broken wings, the trees
burning bush wall
leafless forest
mad
otrząsający with mud
frosted steel cross with ashes
ballast
plane plunged into the ground
08/10/2010
over mymi feet
mymi feet above the creaking rafter
sky
trapped in a steel cocoon
through the cracks
look at the inverted landscape
flutters before the eyes of the pine twig
flashes her charred wood from which protrude
black rib
fog flows like a shroud
10/04/2010
fragment of the
rub your eyes / Jerusalem / because you zarosną cataract / Can not you see that your / your troops are broken / and the enemy is no longer beyond the walls of thee / but in the middle of the city / if you do not see it winning totems / can not hear you laughing łupiących soldiers / destroying it / you / loot is not possible / Can not you see that Your daughters are slow slaves / joyfully kręcącymi silk cords on their own necks / wake up Jerusalem / Blow Your Trumpet / because of you did at no / even a stone / a stone / a plow with your sons will be a foreign land / stwardniałymi fingers from the pain / 03.10. 2010
each of us has ever sold / says call-girl / prostitute exclusive / http://www.tvp.info/magazyn/po-godzinach/kazdy-z-nas-sie-kiedys-sprzedal/2595748 / or the Sales adds / volunteer / from the La Strada Foundation / he says it with great conviction / this business sucks / why it should be viewed as a boundary / A limit / repeat her / some / 05.09.2010
I do not trust what I see / false perspective / filmed / from the mobile platform / viewpoints assembled / images / superimposed on the image / long I do not believe in what you hear / I look good every word / the light / fruit tree of the knowledge / are poisoned / contaminated sources / 01.09.2010
это была простая ошибка / самолёт с польским президентом / Landed near the airfield / smolensk-North / tenth of April / two thousand and ten / year in the morning at ten o'clock / fifty-six minutes / error / ten hours thirty-eight minutes in the morning / before an unsuccessful landing made four test landing / error / landing only once, any of the pilots did not know Russian language / error / they are well spoken in Russian / during landing / three people injured / perevozitsya them to the hospital / error / the whole crew cpazu ybit / it was простая ошибка / 05.08.2010
in heavy fog / the creaking bones / the smell of white mud / air shed skin and from the gibberish / thick like a moth to / from the water of death of a gloss metallic coat / emerge mangled leather bags / in a well-cut suits / on the edge of the language / only one / word / short as rattle / body through the head / 23.07.2010
who
who follow clues
blurs the wrong versions of destroying evidence multiplies
lying podle looking straight in the eye poking
once again to our troubled
who dissected belt of truth
who dips his fingers in this dirty
who draws the stars to forgery
stage
media institutions who guides us false
ether fills it again clears
shattered lies
naked truth of the hatred whipped
who gag bitter
we assume that the cry of the opposition effectively suppress
who day and night we attacked
impairing the senses of the mind will
who kindles in us the wrath of hell
or companion or enemy is the one who cleaves
common language
szczując against each other
08/06/2010
first editions of all rows: Polis. City Mr. Cogito and the good-nowiny.pl
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