Two poems from the outer space of life
Rafal Wojaczek in Marcin’s Malek interpretation
Rafał Wojaczek (1945–1971)is said to be the restless spirit of Polish poetry.
He was only 20 upon his debut, but despite such young age, he quickly realized that the world and the ideas he shifts between are only a prosthesis of real life. The post-war grey reality, a ubiquitous lie repeated day after day by vulgar propaganda, an overwhelming sensation of powerlessness and at the same time inexhaustible need to shout out what others used to keep silent about led him to the point where silence was worse than death, it was tantamount to non-existence and made him a living legend.
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***(I’m scared of thee, a purblind poem )
I’m scared of thee, a purblind poem
I am scared of slumber white
So I trace your chalky lyrics
and every letter is a fearful mass
This is how her body savours
castaway, a verst of dream
Hoarfrost of drowse settles her lips
and a rough palate
like the rugged coat of star above
7/8 VII 1966
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Different Convent
There are brothers of more stringent rule
Than the constitution of hunger that eats us,
So that we would afford to buy
an extra glory for our work. But
These are empty
when measured with a scope of labour
of Those: who’d force the thoughtful saliva of desires
by fertilizing endless lips with envy of the scrolls
So it would turned itself to dust
that swells inside the brain by giving birth to tumours
of undeciphered poems: they
have no tongue nor mouth for such an act
