Category Archives: quo

Pod stopy krzyża

Dużo cierpiałem lecz koniec się zbliża Z uspokojeniem po przebytej męce – Pójdę, o Chryste, do stóp twego krzyża Wyciągnąć znowu z utęsknieniem ręce I witać ciszę zachodzącej zorzy, Która mnie w prochu u stóp twych położy! […] Więc posłuchałem słodkiego wezwania – I oto idę z mym sercem schorzałem, I pewny jestem twego zmiłowania, […]

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. — Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain

Nevermore to feel the pain

When I’m dead will you remember all the things I’ve tried to say? This cancer inside of me destroying my life, when I rot in the ground will you care? The sands of time are pointless in a useless ugly world Nothing brings peace of mind, I leave nothing behind if my words are left […]

I had to face all this scorn

„I was taunted and sneered at so that I would not go home to my meals, and used to stay in the streets with a hungry belly rather than return for anything to eat, what few half-meals I did have, I was taunted with the remark—’That’s more than you have earned.’” „He often said to […]

And none shall mourn

On mute epitaph if only you could sing What songs would you weave Of all that could have been

So it goes.

” (…) Why anything? Because the moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?” „Yes.” (…) „Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.” —- On the eight day, the forty-year-old hobo said to Billy, „This ain’t bad. I can be comfortable anywhere.” […]

Na stracenie

O Boże, dałeś człowiekowi umiłowanie wolności i zabijasz je niewolniczym przywiązaniem do najpodlejszego choćby życia.

All those who died for liberty

…have heard the eagle scream All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind For in no nation on the earth more broken dreams you’ll find

Some claim it’s tragedy

It was impossible to know on that cloudless Arizona morning in January 2013 which fragments of Kim’s identity might survive, if any. Would she remember their first, fumbling kiss in his dorm room five years earlier? Their private jokes and dumb arguments? The seizure, the surgery, the fancy neuroscience fellowship she had to turn down? […]

Death Comes Howling

There is a paradoxical relationship to the idea of personal identity. On the one hand, we are overburdened with the weight of individual consciousness which makes us constantly worry about the imminence of death and the annihilation of the self. On the other, there is the horror of the self not being real, of our […]