I walk with a small felt altar hanging around my neck—a spirit that comes alive today. Orange marigolds swirl like the suns of Mexico, Galway, Wrocław, Bucharest…
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“Fraction of Eternity” – photo essay
For me, October is like the scent of tomatoes from my father’s garden—intense and remarkably fresh. In it, a sweet longing mingles with the sun.
In October, we gathered at The Secret Garden in Galway to celebrate “A Fraction of Eternity”– —my poetry collection—but that wasn’t all. For we were also celebrating all of your own “fractions of eternity.”
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On the tables at The Secret Garden, I lay out my poems—printed with a special graphic design in English, Polish, Spanish, and Portuguese. Svitlana hands me a bouquet of autumn flowers. I prop up banners featuring my poetry next to sugar bowls and small vases. We set up the microphones.
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Dariusz Marcinek’s poetic notes “To Diurnal and Nocturnal Birds”/ “Ptakom dziennym i nocnym” take me in a morning walk. I stop to get coffee from Lucretia and get take away granola at other local coffee shop. Then I sit down on the first beach in Galway Bay, on wet sand covered with shells and pebbles.
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Maybe there’s no such Prague at all. It’s just being born within me, within us…?
We get off at the Praha Florenc bus station. What a beautiful and intriguing name – I think, though I don’t know yet, that this is what Prague will be like today.
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We’re sitting in the kitchen on Piaskowa Góra at poet Anita Jagodzińska’s in Wałbrzych, a Greek salad for breakfast, pickled ginger, peaches, and cherries. Coffee, of course, already brewed in a glass coffee mokka pot. And we’ve been chatting away from the morning about poetry. Haiku is landing on a soy pâté sandwich. And Wałbrzych, the scariest city in the world – as the local taxi driver told us – carries us with its leisurely yet magical rhythm.
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It’s a bit chilli today, so I throw on a khaki sweater and sit on the mint-colored rug on the balcony next to the lavender and rust-yellow yarrow.
Continue readingPatti Smith in Galway
Let’s celebrate the life because this is the great thing we have
Patti Smith tells to us from the stage of Galway International Arts Festival.
Continue readingThe Lemon Tree
I’m walking through the city, holding a lemon tree in my hands. It’s quite large, and I’m holding it up like a banner of joy.
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Society is every contact between one person and another. All the events, past and future, that come about because two people cross paths.
from What You Are Looking For Is in the Library by Michiko Aoyama
I’m sitting on the sofa in a floral dress, but wrapped in a blanket. I don’t really feel like going out; clouds are enveloping me, even though it’s Resurrection. So I force myself to poke my nose out. I put on my coral jacket. After all, my city is always waiting for me.
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