Where are the sources of this division? Many people believe that the current dispute in Poland is simply a dispute between the 3rd generation of aquifers and the 3rd generation of ubeks. Many people believe that the roots of this division are in Łączka, on Warsaw Powązki. possibly they're even early. possibly the origin and symbol of this division is simply a joint action of the People's Army with the Gestapo and the NKVD conducted on 17 February 1944. It was that day that a criminal robbery took place on the archives of the National Army and the Government Delegation on the Country at 37 Poznańska Street in Warsaw. The joint action with the Gestapo and the NKVD was approved by a associate of the staff of the People's Army by Marian Skuchalski, later president of Warsaw, Marshal of the Polish People's Army and president of the State Council, or Prime Minister of the Government of People's Poland. People's Poland, which so many have accepted, which so many inactive mention with the breeding which so many glorify. People's Poland, which for so many has become ........ exactly, has it become an ethos?
The heirs of traditions of the People's Army and People's Poland did not build the ethos of their predecessors. They don't give them monuments, they don't organize commemorative celebrations, they don't order Masses for them, although often, which is simply a paradox, they go to church. There are no poets who compose poems cultivating the memory of those who perpetuated folk power in Poland. Peany Wisława Szymborska on part of Stalin are far from the ethos. They only attest to the cyclical attitude of their author. They don't have poets, they don't have any idea, they don't have any right. They only share hatred for the another side, hatred for those who dare to disagree. They're stuck in nothingness and they have nothing in common.
We have poets. The poets are the essence of ethos. The poets talk to us, they talk about us, they frequently talk for us. They say what we feel, but what we can't express. They besides say what we are frequently afraid to say. So they talk for us, talk for us. specified a poet is Grzegorz Nowicki from Jelenia Góra. He is simply a poet who expresses our thoughts, which perpetuates the ethos of Polishness and our Christian roots. In the row ‘I don't want to know the truth.“ Grzegorz Nowicki writes about nothingness. It says that nothingness is then manifested “When the thread is brokenIt’s okay. ” erstwhile the thread is broken with the past, erstwhile the thread connecting the group is broken around ‘clearly defined cultural patterns’. erstwhile ethos is denied.
"But if the voice told us,
There's nothing erstwhile the thread breaks.
No river, no gates.
Would I live with that knowledge?”
Can you live without an ethos? We can't, they can. possibly they can't just try. They try, which is why the binder alternatively of the ethos becomes a lie to them. A lie that “comes actual in the melting pot of democracy”, as the poet Grzegorz Nowicki perfectly expressed in his next poem:
‘Lying becomes actual in the crucible of democracy,
The tool in creating fact is the means of communication.
So the fact is what has the most followers,
That's why the government wants their hands in strong media.
That's why morality and art seem to be a laughing stock,
Because without them, the nation is stupid and will believe everything.
And that's all I gotta say here today,
Conscious to remind, sleeping to think.’
The poet's occupation is not only to describe reality, but besides to make a diagnosis. Diagnosing the causes and indicating directions erstwhile we lose our individual busola and busola of our coexistence in society and coexistence in the Nation. Grzegorz Nowicki does not avoid making a diagnosis and does so in an accessible and understandable way for all reader, as is evidenced by a quote from the poignant poem “You take power, we take money‘:
“From whom does power come today?
When God's throne stands empty?
With my conscience God commanded,
I tell usurpers – Won!”
The poet's occupation is to diagnose the situation, but besides to anticipate the consequences of decision-makers supporting our inactivity. In this respect, Grzegorz Nowicki performs this function perfectly, claiming the function of a foreman, an example of which is the poem “Poland for Poles”:
"Try to shout today: “Poland for Poles”
Your career will be over, you naughty man.
You will be harassed by the advance of the guards,
By those who sold themselves for apanases.
You will be cursed by those who are “reproved”
The Poles stood up against the wall.
You're going to be blinded by the crowd,
And by those who eat here they have quite a few food.
And Polish-language newspapers will remind you,
You're anti-semite, you're a loser and a moron.
That only under German can you work,
You're a drunk and a thief who's trying to figure it out,
Because there is no Poland, there is no Poles,
But a flock cut like sheep of beggars.”
The poets talk for us, but most of all they talk for us. They diagnose, foretell and warn. Let's perceive to the poet's voice until it's besides late. Let us perceive to the voice of the Jelenio Góra poet Grzegorz Nowicki. You can read his poems on his own website at https://dajeslowo.art/rows-i-other/. Grzegorz Nowicki's poems are not so much acquainted with what you request to know. This should be a compulsory reading for anyone who is not indifferent to the destiny of Poland. A mandatory lesson for anyone who does not want to wake up in captivity:
‘If you let evil to exist,
build a stone wall,
He will give bread to those who service him.
In Slavery Replacements
under threat of death, whipping, punishment,
People who want to live free.
If you let evil to exist,
In captivity you will wake up.”
You can have everything in your life arranged and yet, you can wake up in captivity, you can find yourself in nothingness. You can find yourself in nothingness like Mr.Janek, the hero of another poem by Grzegorz Nowicki. The poem I quote below in its entirety. Let us perceive to the voice of poets, especially erstwhile they talk to us with a subtle humour about what is important.
Mr Bogdan
Janek what had arranged
He had everything in his life,
At the nail mill for a second shift,
Dinner at noon, tv at night,
Five hours before the monitor this morning,
There he commented on everything,
Although he wasn't very fluent in orthography.
And what happens in the wide world,
He knew due to the fact that he read about it at Onet.
In politics, you could say,
He ate teeth, especially 4 in front.
In matters of church, rather rude,
Digital venom was spitting at black people.
He had everything in his life,
In the mirror, Mr. Janek looked proudly.
But for Janek the dark day came,
The virus changed his passwords.
And on the telephone and on the PC,
He doesn't know what's going on in the planet anymore,
Facebook doesn't work, ti wi doesn't work,
Life story's gone.
They already thought he was crazy at work.
That's how the failure of those passwords got him,
He was raging, cursing,
People thought he'd cut it off.
And so it was days and months,
The IT guys were paying money,
So he can get back together, Janek.
To give him back his life.
Then 1 day, he left the apartment,
And though he was barely walking,
To keep him from falling,
He looked to the green of spring and to the sky,
He heard the bird's courtships,
The bells sounded somewhere on the church,
Suddenly, the evil spells are draped
Janek regained access to himself.
