A couple of days ago, in 2012 a certain Wisława, smoked, like a prisoner, her last cigarette, scrolled up dexterously to the other side of the mirror from where she wickedly smiles.
The internet was crawling with “cats in the empty apartment”, fed with newly revelation-ed Polish poetry lovers, mourners lighting virtual Facebook candles, and building graves with angels- almost like a barricade against those, who are attached with a claw of worm eaten poem about Stalin, and faded signature under the petition regarding a certain resolution. Screaming over the open casket “Veto!” Shaking the corpse of Herbert, probably for the sake of comparison of offences and merits in regards to Poland.
In the meantime, Miłosz tosses and turns in his grave.
Kraków officially wept and wants to burry the poet on Wawel.
(What have you done for Athens, Socrates
That the people erected a gold statue for you
Poisoning you first)
Do you remember when in 2004 Szymborska and Miłosz signed an open letter in defense of Kraków Festival of Culture for Toleration, of which program included not only the LGBT Parade, but also scientific conference and a tribute to the Nazi homosexual victims of Auschwitz- Birkenau?
Kraków up-roared. Not only because at the same, St. Stanislaus' promenade was taking place with banners, assisted by the city counsel, anointed members and the Holy Spirit but also, and first of all because:
“Kraków, being a conservative city,
Whose residents live according to Christian values,
is not a suitable location for such a demonstration.”
Statement of Kraków Citizens Platform read, which stood arm to arm with The League of Polish Families and The All Poland Youth. In defending the morality of the country, as well as Catholics from the Association of Christian Culture.
Armed with rosaries.
The entire city was called to pray to “remunerate of sins, for Jesus and His Mother”. The fact that lesbians and gays are a social threat, while Szymborska and Miłosz were embedded based on honor and faith that both “not enough that Jews, to top that off, they are anti- polish activators, who try to demoralize and destroy Polish nation”. They hide behind Noble prizes and lick the Crucifix shamefully.
A couple of years later, in 2011, during the debates in Chamber of Deputies, Law and Justice representative, Anna Sobecka, publically stated that:
-“Czesław Miłosz insulted Polish people. His books are filled with diverse disdain in regards to Poles.
He taunts all the social layers. Miłosz insinuated that Poles are illiterate, peasantry is an “eyesore", that "peasants are reeking, stupid people that should be taught how to think”. Milosz also ridicules Polish working class that leaves the country in search for jobs- calling them “rat-o-polaks”. Milosz also taunts Polish Catholicism. Crucifix, he called touchwood, writing:
“Crucifix, you praise, because it is safe.
Wood you hold in your hand, and in that wood only touchwood.
Mumbled prayers, but still reek of fear.”
She cited running out of breath.
Damnation to the national Catholics, her funeral was secular.
There is room in Polish Culture for her Polish literary output.
Pro-Polish, no longer Anti-Polish.
‘Szymborska received a Noble for all merit for Sinaiticus establishment’
emotionalized some doctor of humanities and mason conspiracy theories.
“Judeo-Communism” scream others, whose fathers fought in WWII, but no
one is really sure which side they were on.
It really doesn’t make much different in what coffin you will lay
Where? When? In what sense and countenance
Your grave will be reopened repeatedly
They will praise your merits differently
And their tears, they will be ashamed of
(C.K. Norwid, 'What have you done for Athens, Socrates?')
Some weep, some slam the lid of the still open coffin.
And on they go, debating, analyzing, citing
Looking for a proof, pros and cons,
Juggling arguments,
For Gods sake. Really?!
You did not make me blind,
Thank You Dear Lord,
You did not make me gibbous
Thank You Dear Lord,
You did not make a child of an alcoholic
Thank You Dear Lord,
You did not make a hydrocephalus
Thank You Dear Lord,
You did not make a stutterer, lame duck, a midget,
epileptic, hermaphrodite, moss or anything from flora or fauna
Thank you for that Oh Dear Lord,
But why did you make me a Pole?!
[A.Bursa, 'A Thanksgiving Prayer with An Excuse')
No. No I am not weeping for Szymborska.
Just like I didn’t weep for Miłosz, Herbert and Lem.
Throughout the years, I’ve gotten used to
“exegi monumentum aere perennius”
The great ones leave, when they achieved everything...
when they finished everything...
You can lay flowers for them on pedestals.
You can burn their books if that is what you wish to do.
Really, whatever you want.
