" Sam bit early, not very precise, impatient, a little, and maybe even very distracted I've always admired precise, persistent and focused. Watchmakers, accountants, not just the major, even people doing to knit sweaters.
recall Suddenly a woman in India nawlekają beads ... In flash memories that I see ... Who? I could not believe ... yourself! As tapping these words on a black keyboard. After each letter is like a bead. How much in my life I nawlokłem them to make words, words make sentences. Performs the precise work from morning till night for so many years. When you build a text, then it improve, something picks, taken out and put back, move your cogs as a watchmaker, I check carefully, whether the text is alive ... And even from the dead. He lives for this and also why. How often do you admire others, even envy them, overlooking that we have the item jealousy.
here on site, a question: why and what are we living? The answer determines our lives more than we think. Rarely, however, so we ask directly and get an answer. This question is a bit embarrassing. I fear to face with him in August. Therefore, we do not see how much of human behavior, seemingly incomprehensible, due to confusion on the matter.
great ideologies, even the monsters such as fascism and communism, religions, social movements is also an attempt to explain the existence of individual or social dimension. And today, as it seems, the problems of finding meaning in life becomes a great drama. It also explains epidemics of depression, the scourge of the XXI century. Paradoxically, the more we know about life, the less we have no illusions. Behind this is the punishment for breaking like the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Knowledge multiplies our capacity, extend life, but often takes it meaning. But do not give up, no. Even after an epidemic of blogs is the struggle for meaning. Recorded moments and thoughts have not disappeared, as if they had never been ... I understand this fully when I started to write his " kołonotatnik " on the site of the magazine. For many years writing essays and poems, they are also daily life. But such public diary, written in hot, goes much wider, since moments are growing ever considered quite trivial, they are from the
then disappeared as if nothing had happened. This is also the title of my new book of poems - "As if nothing had happened." On the cover is a photograph of a moment stopped years ago - sitting with Antos on the pebble beach of Madeira. These moments I noted also in line:
"Waves and stones"
sit on the edge of
and hurled stones into the waves
I have a hundred years
On a year and several months
stones much more
But are fought with a thud
There and back
All ebb and flow
Takes up and sticks out
I know that I do not know
green ocean in his eyes
Ship horizon line
Pulls clouds
moments Peering into the eyes - run like frightened animals,
to disappear in the woods - Forcing them to suddenly stood and responded
we look. And as you look at the eyes
- makes sense.
After reading the logs submitted to our contest no doubt in my mind: every life is a drama, but since we
depends on how this drama will have a form. It is worth fighting, that was nice, seasoned with irony and humor. "A smile is a challenge, and sparkles in the darkness ...". My two-month Frank is toothless smiles to the universe. So small and light all the stars ... " Thomas
Jastrun "The Mirror"
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