Miron Białoszewski

thumb|Miron Białoszewski Miron Białoszewski (30 June 1922 – 17 June 1983) was a Polish poet, novelist, playwright and actor. Quotes from poems a man a Miron agonizes agonizesagain he’s a talossforan utter can’t utterer Mironagony death deathso much of herthat it discouragethe pride of dying Death Don't get lost.Be there.Let's pass each other, let's pass each otherbut let's not skip it.Let's pass.We,You who flyand you are pushed. I watchman, the lighthouse keeper don't move from heredon't go anywhereto no other planetsunless they're here -sowhatever happenedpretend we don't know each other Old prose. New poems. Don't think I'm unhappy.I'm glad I think.Think I'm glad Joyful self-portrait existenceby non-existencepulled by the hair Don't sing! everyone is for themselvesthe most importantbecause if you don't agree with yourselfit is what it is anyway argument i am'u First I went down to the street on stairs,oh, imagine, the stairs. Ballad about going down to the store Get in, madonnasmadonnasTo six-horse carriages... ix-horse! Carousel with madonnas How glad I amthat you are the sky and the kaleidoscope,that you have so many artificial stars,that you shine so brightly in a monstrance,when you lift your hollowhalf-globearound the eyesunder the air.How immeasurable in wealth you are, colander spoon! Gray eminences of delight I carry it with mesome of my own place.When I lose it that means I'm gone._ _ _I'm goneso I don't doubt it. Noticeable self-portrait i have a break in my hairi'm here all the timejust a hair and i would be beautiful Square of self-talk I have a furnacesimilar to the triumphal gate!They're taking away my furnacesimilar to the triumphal gate!!Give me backfurnace similar to a triumphal gate!!!They took it away.All that was left of himgreynakedcavitygrey naked cavityAnd this is enough for me:grey naked cavitygrey naked cavitygre – y – na – ked – cavi – tygreynakedcavity. Oh, if they took even a furnace away... My inexhaustible ode to joy i was afraid of my stomach squeakingconfused him with an invisible mouse. My fear not - and organic I went into a full store;glass lamps were burning,I saw someone - who sat down,and what did I hear?... what did I hear?the rustling of bags and human speech.Well, reallyReallyI'm back. Ballad about going down to the store i assumed: one day you'll get bored of mebutstill stilli'm waitingyou comestilli'm waitingyou're not comingyes, that's it[I didn't assumed] ! O ! I am a Denderowianka.I don't know what that means. Denderowianka i'm myselfi'm stupidwhat should i doand what should i do argument i am'u I went to the p p ph armacyA a apo thecary- Sir, we do not sell over the counterI ask her- Are you ours too?- I'm VietnameseI left, with Asia, you never know The pharmacy my head hurts me and myself thinking – Rallala laa – radio with woman– uuu! – somewhere child – Ralla la laa! – woman – uu! – child – Ral la la – woman – uu – child – Ra la la – – u oh my ear went crazy?and then no:sundaymoveshang in there, people! Apartment block, me in it She liked Art Nouveau.She was depressed.Now she meditates.Something starting with "ę".She vibrates. Accident from Old prose. New poems she walked around and looked into pots- they don't cook buttermilk?and then she got drunkshe was selling four linden trees with a crossas they saidshe said- I didn't sell it- I didn't sell itand beat with an iron Kitten Tekla Tekla Tekla TeklaTekla, the clock is calling you...Tekla is gone, Tekla has left. I would like to point out: I could have misheard that lying on like that and thinkingit is naturally badbecause in the naturei'm just lying there thinkingthen something will attack me and eat me Lying on The chicken with cucumber is readythe weather is thereshe put her teeth ongrab the bucketfor waterleans overteeth splash into the welland here are the guests on their way An old name day in the countryside They're looking at me, so I probably have a face. Of all the familiar faces, I remember my own the least. Noticeable self-portrait when i lie down i am unable to get up Lying Yesin my hermitage it tempts:lonelinessworld memoryand that I consider myself a poet. About my hermitage with exhortations Other quotes And [people] don't want to understand the first layer of the poem - its literalness. They immediately want to perceive something other than what is there. interview for "Przekrój", 1967 I'm not worried about (...) not being. Finally peace from everything. The state of not being well known to me. I haven't been there once. Until 1922. Others too. They just forget. letter to Józef Baran About Miron Białoszewski Białoszewski was quite a hipster. Author: Tadeusz Sobolewski Source: www.polskieradio.pl He was poor until 1956, sometimes only able to afford portions of rice at a milk bar; he cheated on hunger with psychedrine or other available means. But that's when his writing exploded (...) he led the life of a French surrealist or a New York beatnik. Author: Tadeusz Sobolewski Source: Introduction to the Secret Diary, quoted in: Kamil Sipowicz, Encyclopedia of Polish psychedelia, Warsaw 2013. Miron knew when he would die. He told me this: that he knows. That he is completely empty. There is a belief in Egypt that if you walk around the Sphinx and say a wish, it will come true. He had no wish then. He thought for a long time what to say, and finally came up with: just to make sure he doesn't run out of codeine for the rest of his life. And indeed there was plenty. Author: Anna Żurowska Source: Kamil Sipowicz, Encyclopedia of Polish psychedelia, Warsaw 2013. External links Category:1922 births Category:1983 deaths Category:Gay novelists Category:Novelists from Poland Category:Poets from Poland Category:Gay poets