Long long time ago when I was young, the world was perfect, men were good and wine cheap, a perfect evening would be defined as sitting on the floor of my tiny 24.5m2 flat with A., drinking wine, eating smelly cheese, listening to the strange music and talking about life and values.
Now, when I am not that young anymore, the world seems less perfect, men seem to be more complicated and wine got more expensive (which is ok as the salary got much higher too ;-)), a perfect evening would be defined as sitting on the floor of somebody’s else place in the company of M. and L., drinking red wine, eating smelly cheese, listening to the strange music and not talking.
Different people, different places, different time, different cultures, the same feelings.
Carpe diem. Chwilo trwaj.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
my hedonistic nature - part 1
On the Question of Pornography
No debauchery compares with thinking.
This license breeds like some weed whose seed is carried by the wind
onto a bed laid out for daisies.
To all those who think nothing is ever sacred.
The shamelessly direct saying what they are driving at,
dissolute analyses, excessive syntheses,
rackish and hot pursuit of bare facts,
touching upon prickly subjects,
idea spawning, that is what they like best.
By daylight or under cover of the night,
they join in pairs, triangles and circles.
The partners' sex and age are immaterial.
Their eyes flash, their cheeks blush.
A friend leads a friend astray.
Degenerate daughters corrupt their father.
A brother procures his younger sister.
They delight in a fruit
Of the forbidden tree of knowledge
different from pink buttocks in illustrated magazines
which are, actually, a good-natured kind of pornography.
The books they enjoy have no pictures.
The only excitement comes from special sentences
marked with a fingernail or a pencil.
It is most shameful in what positions
and with what licentious ease
a mind manages to impregnate another mind.
Such positions have not been detailed even in Kamasutra.
All they do during these dates,
is making tea. Moving the lips,
people sit on chairs with their own legs crossed.
This way, one foot touches the floor while
the other one swings freely in the air.
Sometimes someone stands up,
approaches the window
and through the slit between the curtains
peeps at the street.
Głos w sprawie pornografii
Nie ma rozpusty gorszej niż myślenie.
Pleni się ta swawola jak wiatropylny chwast
na grządce wytyczonej pod stokrotki.
Dla takich, którzy myślą, święte nie jest nic.
Zuchwałe nazywanie rzeczy po imieniu,
rozwiązłe analizy, wszeteczne syntezy,
pogoń za nagim faktem dzika i hulaszcza,
lubieżne obmacywanie drażliwych tematów,
tarło poglądów - w to im właśnie graj.
W dzień jasny albo pod osłoną nocy
łączą się w pary, trójkąty i koła.
Dowolna jest tu płeć i wiek partnerów.
Oczy im błyszczą, policzki pałają.
Przyjaciel wykoleja przyjaciela.
Wyrodne córki deprawują ojca.
Brat młodszą siostrę stręczy do nierządu.
Inne im w smak owoce
z zakazanego drzewa wiadomości
niż różowe pośladki z pism ilustrowanych,
cała ta prostoduszna w gruncie pornografia.
Książki, które ich bawią, nie mają obrazków.
Jedyna rozmaitość to specjalne zdania
paznokciem zakreślone albo kredką.
Zgroza, w jakich pozycjach,
z jak wyuzdaną prostotą
umysłowi udaje się zapłodnić umysł!
Nie zna takich pozycji nawet Kamasutra.
W czasie tych schadzek parzy się ledwie herbata.
Ludzie siedzą na krzesłach, poruszają ustami.
Nogę na nogę każdy sam sobie zakłada.
Jedna stopa w ten sposób dotyka podłogi,
druga swobodnie kiwa się w powietrzu.
Czasem tylko ktoś wstanie,
zbliży się do okna
i przez szparę w firankach
podgląda ulicę.
Wisława Szymborska
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisława_Szymborska
No debauchery compares with thinking.
This license breeds like some weed whose seed is carried by the wind
onto a bed laid out for daisies.
To all those who think nothing is ever sacred.
The shamelessly direct saying what they are driving at,
dissolute analyses, excessive syntheses,
rackish and hot pursuit of bare facts,
touching upon prickly subjects,
idea spawning, that is what they like best.
By daylight or under cover of the night,
they join in pairs, triangles and circles.
The partners' sex and age are immaterial.
Their eyes flash, their cheeks blush.
A friend leads a friend astray.
Degenerate daughters corrupt their father.
A brother procures his younger sister.
They delight in a fruit
Of the forbidden tree of knowledge
different from pink buttocks in illustrated magazines
which are, actually, a good-natured kind of pornography.
The books they enjoy have no pictures.
The only excitement comes from special sentences
marked with a fingernail or a pencil.
It is most shameful in what positions
and with what licentious ease
a mind manages to impregnate another mind.
Such positions have not been detailed even in Kamasutra.
All they do during these dates,
is making tea. Moving the lips,
people sit on chairs with their own legs crossed.
This way, one foot touches the floor while
the other one swings freely in the air.
Sometimes someone stands up,
approaches the window
and through the slit between the curtains
peeps at the street.
Głos w sprawie pornografii
Nie ma rozpusty gorszej niż myślenie.
Pleni się ta swawola jak wiatropylny chwast
na grządce wytyczonej pod stokrotki.
Dla takich, którzy myślą, święte nie jest nic.
Zuchwałe nazywanie rzeczy po imieniu,
rozwiązłe analizy, wszeteczne syntezy,
pogoń za nagim faktem dzika i hulaszcza,
lubieżne obmacywanie drażliwych tematów,
tarło poglądów - w to im właśnie graj.
W dzień jasny albo pod osłoną nocy
łączą się w pary, trójkąty i koła.
Dowolna jest tu płeć i wiek partnerów.
Oczy im błyszczą, policzki pałają.
Przyjaciel wykoleja przyjaciela.
Wyrodne córki deprawują ojca.
Brat młodszą siostrę stręczy do nierządu.
Inne im w smak owoce
z zakazanego drzewa wiadomości
niż różowe pośladki z pism ilustrowanych,
cała ta prostoduszna w gruncie pornografia.
Książki, które ich bawią, nie mają obrazków.
Jedyna rozmaitość to specjalne zdania
paznokciem zakreślone albo kredką.
Zgroza, w jakich pozycjach,
z jak wyuzdaną prostotą
umysłowi udaje się zapłodnić umysł!
Nie zna takich pozycji nawet Kamasutra.
W czasie tych schadzek parzy się ledwie herbata.
Ludzie siedzą na krzesłach, poruszają ustami.
Nogę na nogę każdy sam sobie zakłada.
Jedna stopa w ten sposób dotyka podłogi,
druga swobodnie kiwa się w powietrzu.
Czasem tylko ktoś wstanie,
zbliży się do okna
i przez szparę w firankach
podgląda ulicę.
Wisława Szymborska
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisława_Szymborska
Thursday, January 18, 2007
freedom
Last week I broke up with Jochen. As much as it hurts me to know that he is hurt, from my private, egoistic point of view, it was the best decision that I could have made. In the end we should not be in the relationship with other people for them, but for ourselves. I guess. I hope.
I also wonder if I am not of that kind of people who should be alone, because I feel strangely happy to be alone. It does not scare me at all that I will not find anybody who will fit with me better than Jochen, and moreover I am kind of happy to be finally alone, free. And I am looking forward to what the life will bring.
I also wonder if I am not of that kind of people who should be alone, because I feel strangely happy to be alone. It does not scare me at all that I will not find anybody who will fit with me better than Jochen, and moreover I am kind of happy to be finally alone, free. And I am looking forward to what the life will bring.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
for you
The Virgin Suicides listening to So far away
So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh, how I wish I could
But you're so far away
One more song about moving along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it being close to you
But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don't come to own me
There's so many dreams I've yet to find
But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away
A very beautiful song that just does not want to leave my head. With a dedication to all my friends. Thank you for staying with me even though I constantly leave…
So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh, how I wish I could
But you're so far away
One more song about moving along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it being close to you
But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don't come to own me
There's so many dreams I've yet to find
But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away
A very beautiful song that just does not want to leave my head. With a dedication to all my friends. Thank you for staying with me even though I constantly leave…