JAGnięcy szept / AGNus whispers

Running on my sore feet again Chasing  illusions and pain With the river squirming to and fro Tracing insights by Leonardo Sometimes hammered, sometimes with a pure mind Feeling stone walls as if I was blind Can a city be ever-inviting At the same time be alien and biting? A great spider has crouched firm and proud On the watercourse, to the dome, bowed Poor Ophelia in her silent scream Will not last till the age of steam Running on my sore feet again Chasing  illusions and pain With the river squirming to and fro Tracing insights by Leonardo Round the city with the pubs so hoary They could make for a gallery Cunning Jack is still humming tunes Yet, they're smothered by the car fumes Waterloo sunsets, parks and gardens, cranes, sights Darkening figures in their old rites Jagged skyline will brush all mirages People burdened with their own collages Running on my sore feet again Chasing  illusions and pain With the river squirming to a...

(to my dog) When you came into my life You could walk only to the sides Smelled like milk that has gone off Soft like silk, with needle-like claws Now that you have grown so old Need my help so let me hold You when climbing up the stairs Wag your tail, be free from cares Wag, wag - they say you're a hooligan Wag, wag - and that you're not very smart Wag, wag - I'd say you're the sweetest thing Wag, wag - though not as quick as a dart (in the uptake) Though you teach us how to pass I don't want it, let it last Let us walk an endless stroll Make up for what long time stole Still a puppy in a fogey's flesh First day memories are always fresh When I sink deep in your eyes Your love's clear with no disguise Wag, wag - they say you're a hooligan Wag, wag - and that you're not very smart Wag, wag - I'd say you're the sweetest thing Wag, wag - though not as quick as a dart (in the uptake) And be my trouble be m...

Summer Lure work, don't work, get old, ignore it, be happy suicidal winds will carry the rays of the sun summer lure, make me sure summer lure, elude and cure water runnig past the pebbles, go to the sun evaporate, dance with fireflies, blissful summer lure, make me pure summer lure, never injure ice melts, flowers die so suddenly, rotten gems think of gone, don't think, now is time to unfold existence, find consistence summer lure, so mature and then the winter comes too quickly all I want to cuddle turns out prickly no future defined, seize the watch, never judge stride with care, ignore yourself, be happy summer lure, reassure summer lure, I'll endure fot. M. Walczak

On my night table, there is a ring That was supposed to join forever A thrown bracelet will ting A necklace that may sever On my pillow there rest my dreams That meant to finally come true A specked window pane seems To shadow what is right due I watch but I can't see I know but can't take in Have name, but no ID Have conquered, but never win I should have done so many things so far I could have gone around  the world I needn't have spent my youth in a bar I must have been stone cold I pick my plastic pride from the pocket And get some happiness instead But there's that notion, seems to rocket If you sow nothing, what can you get And some people around me will claim I am a hypocrite.....right Guess all my excuses are lame So let me take that 'roller-caster' ride I watch but I can't see I know but can't take in Have name, but no ID Have conquered, but never win I should have done so many things so far I co...

Coffee  man a story by Krzysztof Sowiński, my translation They stood in front of me… Aiming at me with their automatic arms. It was just like a film. We’ve seen such sights so many times that, instead of being petrified, we raise our heads higher and higher, driven by curiosity and disbelief this has happened to us, when it actually happened. And that’s a mistake. They were aiming with one of those most up-to-date machine guns that a man has ever invented to harm another man. Such guns aren’t carried by ordinary bobbies. Those mates were probably in their forties (about my age), not any squirts just starting their ‘career’ in the elite unit. But… unlike many of their peers, who already had enormous bellies and awkward slow motion and made up for neglecting their bodies only with their self-confidence, and every weekend, having had some beers, when in fighting spirit and with an active reproduction instinct (with every woman but his wife), they felt again a...

Puściłam Cię z dymem. Z ostatniego papierosa. Lekko odeszły wszystkie ciężkie uczucia. Musisz wiedzieć, że Ci przeszło koło nosa Coś, co nigdy bez zmagań nie wróci. I let you go off with a smoke. Of  the last fag.. See how lightly flow all hard feelings. Know you've thrown away like an old rag Something that now you'll be only stealing. Such is the tale on and on and ever To let go means one is clever Tak się w kółko i stale dzieje Odpuszczam mądrze i nie szaleję.

London Language Lesson a story by Krzysztof Sowiński, my translation In Memory of Edward Stachura This English language school for adults is run by a plump and beautiful black Canadian, whose each little braid in her elaborate coiffure smiles… as long as you… pay. This school consists of several quite dirty classrooms, long-ago-painted walls. Once in a while, when a whole group of  students will fall asleep, heads – weary of hard daily duties - on the desks, and even the teacher will take a nap in the middle of a sentence or a gesture – then, there runs across the room, encouraged by the silence and smell of biscuits, sour odour of sweat, dirty bodies, a courageous rat-polyglot. The school boasts its signboard: “New Life!” Lesson number 1 - My name’s Imran. I come from India . - My name’s Mo. I come from Iran . - My name’s Draman. I come from Mali , Africa . - My name’s Paweł. I come from Poland . - My name’s Marta. I come from Poland . - My name...