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I just finished reading Dante's entry . Poland, identity, history, politics, place the unit in the world present, past and future (intentionally so arrange a time sequence). Zafrapował me. No, not so much a possible starting point for discussions about our different political views and life - you can say to this is our private discussions with him that stoczyliśmy in the net and live. There is nothing to add or to remove. Therefore, I do not mean controversy over quoted by Dante "kejsami" or wyciąganymi proposals. Something else moved me. The need for survival and identity PLACE.
But let's start from the thesis. In my understanding, experience and expertise translates into a complete unit of measure of the universe on experiences in the community - the nation. Microcosm of everyday life is a short guide to the macrocosm of life overall. You can - for the Noice - say-a bit morbid lately we are moving in the direction of breaking up into ever smaller atoms, forgetting - or otherwise - losing sight of - generally, the better. Perhaps in some sense zapętlimy so effectively in the littleness that I totally forget what it was in the beginning. Exactly - so what is our bond?
Past? Dante sees the manifestation of the shade Powązki axiom. My ironic attitude to the past is a palette of prejudice, which warned me that the past and neighbors lawns are always greener - or in this case, color and subject to routine mythologisation. So - what's under the boards Powązki tombstones? Do only what is good? I do not find an answer, completely not suited to the "celebration". Perhaps it is a manifestation of my (not just mine) the embedded illness - not the possibility of photos of glasses of irony, the fear of gravity - which is dangerously can turn into a disaster.
But - some part of the truth :-) is that I do not like the last great narrative overall. You can see it in politics. The benefit is to be an individual dośwadczenie comfort - the lifestyle and, economic, legal. Something for everyone. For everyone - in my opinion, for anyone. Very mundane truth is that the defeat of the bear who wants to be liked by everyone. You can not. Just like you can not go through life on a smile. Apparently - we know this, but the real hunger for such a personal discourse of satiety - deny the nature of life - in terms of system / social contract that imposes on us the potential of thinking in general. And we, the farther into the forest, especially alone.
Perhaps I am mistaken. I am writing this from the perspective of which of the collectivity and participation in it, has always been a problem.
And finally, the question of identity. Where is it, or what it is for us. And so what, I ask this question in the plural.
It's funny, but after reading Dante's entry, while zastanowiwszy to come to the conclusion that if I had to choose a poetic parafarazę to define our identity - the poem breaks wskazałabym-Tetmajer, rhyme, which dislikes ę and do not really appreciate, the that: "Looking for you - and when I see you I pretend that I do not see it. I love you - and when I meet you I pretend that I do not love. / I die for you - perish the scream that dying by accident ... ".
the impression that these few verses does not refer to realcji actors immersed in the passions of love or another, but to something else entirely.

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Cum am devenit hooligan *

Today Romanians will be a long time :-) It was not. seems to be the last time I wrote about my dear beyond the Carpathians than a year ago. I had something to write about Noice and its cultural-centric-love, but a total of Noice recently in Poland, writes (Rita Baum and Arcana) So I feel a little relieved from the obligation of bringing the torch Romanian adventure. Thus, today Mihailu Sebastian and Norman Manei . So for the hooligans. But here's remark - that hooliganism is meant precisely this, as expressed in his book of 1935 Sebastian and Eliade's definition of these passages, which can be found in his prose Fri "Huliganii" (also 1935) is hooliganism
So for me, closely connected with my relationship to Romania. It's kind of perversity and experiment, which allows only the youth. Such a test - which determines everything that occurs later. Trying maze - though it probably took Mircea E. :-). The more the realities of the Polish language and the collective imagination of the 90s Romanian word acquired a negative, patronizing distance of full color, the more I discovered not only the beauty of Romanian, it is also an incredible intellectual history of this country and its artists. To this day I wonder, when that my love for Romania began. The library is teaching the reading of Eliade's front pages? Does the text of the old dramas Ionescu Dialogue? Or maybe some annoyingly bitter bombastic Cioran quote? I do not know. Perhaps only then germinated affect. Strzygnięcie eye and hand gestures - that zapwiedź equinox (though it once again called Mircea :-). This strange moment, a split second "happening" when it's something in us changes, adjustment, hitting hard on the head - so that no reasonable inferences must admit that unless the zadurzyliśmy and properly, God damn it, do not know why and what for? Nevermind. That was then. But it was a night in Bucharest, the strange feeling that I I know what it's all about that hit me in the main square in Constanta, meant that Romania space has become a second choice. The first is where I am, in Wroclaw, the second one there is. And nothing has changed.
to the good stuff. Take, for Norman Manea. His book - "The Return of hooligan" - is a great attempt otherwise dressed autobiography and the intention to face with a piece of twentieth-century history and politics. This book combines an incredible intimacy with dośwadczeniem contemporary emigration, observations of political and geopolitical changes, and (in particular, is a tasty morsel) attempts to deal with the influence of ideological generation of Romanian intellectuals połoy first century. So we have, and avant-garde, żelaznogwardzistów, mysticism, death, warriors, poets, Jews and anti-Semites. Many wonder why, as Manea - without pathos, moan and rebuke - only legitimate views - shows - the environment, which basically knew you liked, ceniło, yet was able to fight with each other, stand out and that - regardless of the selected roads of life - influenced not only for the next generation of Romanians, but also many others who have somehow found the articles, theses, these authors thought. But Manea shows something else - How the text begins to live life after life of the author - and not always in accordance with pierowtnymi intentions - if indeed we have the audacity to claim that these intentions exist ;-). Anyway - it's a great book, though exactly will be a bit difficult to read for those who do not smell the Romanians and not read. Because it is a total novel meta-key.
Why do so "Back hooligan" (a kind of tribute to the contradictive Mihail Sebastian) Manei liked? Because very often annoy me is seeing only the tip of jękotliwe own nose in the Polish identity and history (including that of past decades). And I think it is still in ch .. I know here in Poland to Romania. And they were our neighbors until 1939. Moreover, as recently I realized, with a candle to find those who, for example, to comparing the economic and legislative experience of recent years Czech 20th with our own. So what's surprising is that the Romanian foreign-alien. But I encourage you to friendship. Because this wonderful moment, when one day admit to himself that this is our experience and ourselves we are not such a great combination of uniqueness and unique features, it becomes the first step toward humanity. So, not only to thinking about you whore :-)
nice and sunny weekend - no rain and natural disasters.



* "What was Lem hooligan" - is the title story of Mihail Sebastian.

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Intrigue on the green desert


I was never in Algeria, but yes, yes and even on the list of "ports" to visit this country is quite high place. I hope - still enough time to zrealiozwać this intention. About Algeria told me once Miss A., who comes from that country, imposed the hijab and are generally talking about the wonders of their land under the culinary and natural wględem so intriguing that I thought to myself - you it was once caught in the fork of adventure.

enough today to look out the window - as I do, it is - to yearn for the sun, lush greenery and gentle Ambient air that does not make me look like a piece of rolled-up pita filled with some random stuffed (and I feel so muffled in hoods, scarves , jackets and hopelessly rozpierodolonymi by damp hair).

Unfortunately - if at all I can say about a romantic an element of praise of my native land - in this spring and summer, it effectively disappears somehow :-(.

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still falls few weeks, and I melt, change and hopelessly oszpetnę of grief caused by too low and too small temepraturami degree sunshine. But, but ... the hell with the weather. About this has been in previous entries. This time will be about the book - as a reflection of the announced position.
few days ago I finished the last (with written during his lifetime), Vladimir Volkoffa books, the "executioner". The thing about the last moments of "military rule" of France in Algeria. Here is a preview moment when the French policy of doing a "skipped" and suddenly starts to negotiate with the forces with which it fought so far and which boycotted. Of course, can not this happen just like that, openly and in the spotlight. Rather, tactically and unofficially. How do you withdraw it in an aura of winning. It's that kind of attitude - the loser the winner. In total, out of nothing new, but remember - it was a whole year ago, pre-Internet era, przedkomórkowej, przedglobalnej, przedunijnej etc etc. But the historical background and the participation of French military in Algeria is one thing. In fact, this is not the key. Because the nail in the "assassins" is the main character and the figure we plotted the geopolitical realities and their political attitude. This young officer from the collection, a volunteer - ideowiec, embroiled in a rigid corset determinants of moral (which he in the right way to compile yourself). Robert - because it's called - idze to war because he believes in the ideas, believes in metaphysics, indeed the sacred manifested in the profession and the warrior who carries the torch (in his opinion) a better civilization. What's more, Robert going into these foreign structures for themselves - to change them - and referring positive results. But ... Then, here comes the VV-in the familiar style - from a distance and giving a slight irony confusing and fall of the protagonist. Is it because the ideas and faith will prove to be illusory Robert and paper? No. Even if Robert annoy his extreme binary vision of reality, it still has the right to do so. Where else is the dog buried. The whole history of fluid a warning: entering into the structure of the system, in alliances with the "body" and "Machine", which is organically alien to the internal beliefs of the individual, dooms it to failure and pulp. Especially when the opponent's ideas are the mechanics of the pragmatic strategy of "political". Interestingly, the unit is spitting in the general applause, and even the presentation of her as the chief enemy of a tolerant and democratic world :-). Well, it's an interesting message, but rather a warning for certain messages of spiritual masters, who in the name gain acceptance for a good cause load in systems that consume them without one czknięcia. And then, then it is weeping and gnashing of teeth, well, is still writing the diaries, blogs or publishing niche magazines :-)