In mention to the cycle “This morning I will not forget...” I send the text “Week”. The text is more reflective than descriptive – it was then created in April 2010. That's how I felt. I think there are a number of issues going around that have escaped over time. our collective memory. - Marcin Bogdan, 2 April 2022.
Week
Saturday ( April 10, 2010 )
Morning sleep. SMS: "Turn on the TV". abrupt awakening. Tragedy. The tragedy of those who died, but besides the drama. Drama of the Nation. Drama of Poland. Question is, why?
There's another question. individual shared these celebrations, any flew the seventh, what's April 7th? Poland does not know this date, Poland knows the tenth. They knew her – the others, and they flew. The pain and the tears, and in the head is simply a troubling question: did anyone share these celebrations?
Sunday
From an inhuman land, the Body of the president returns to the Homeland.
All the way, all episode, thousands of people. They're here. Peace. There are so many of us.
Comments in the media. Katyń Crime will scope the world. And this tragedy will bring reconciliation. advanced price. But you gotta believe erstwhile you perceive to what they say now, you can believe it. This religion suppresses Saturday's question.
Monday
Mail. And in the e-mail, the poet says,
"Don't let your sister despise you.
for spies, executioners, cowards
They're gonna go to your funeral, and they're gonna throw a lump with relief.
And the cork will compose your easy life story"
(Zbigniew Herbert)
Poet's words. Empty words?
They're not talking today! Has anyone apologized for the unfair words and the insults that have been cast? They are not speaking present – they are silent. We're talking. We're the ones who're ashamed. To them. And for deficiency of courage. Good thing they're quiet. How long will they keep quiet? To the end of grief. A week.
It's our week.. It's our large week..
Tuesday
I'm on my way, 10 hours in the car.
In Poland the Grief. publically commercial, and in them amusement music. They fight for the listener, for the percentages of the market. Despite the National Grief? They have no conscience?
I'm natural again – or possibly they don't know what classical music is? That's how they were raised..
Radio Maryja. Prayer. quite a few prayer and hope. They're inactive quiet. No, they're not. They're not here. This is Faith. religion in God and religion in the Future. It's our large week.
Wednesday
After midnight, it's close to home, but inactive on the way.
Public radio. Serious music. And the news.
Great Week – interrupted large Week! They broke the silence.
Wawel?! Mr. Cardinal (still yesterday was allowed to talk to Priest Cardinal) - Mr. Cardinal, you will revoke this decision! How much venom, how much hatred quelled for a minute floats on the waves of a public station.
The paper – a communicative paper – shouts OVER.
O ye traitors, O ye sellers, for the judaic silver pieces of the politician of the abroad power, ye shall bear upon the hands of Wawel!
And as individual served Poland, it is the place for him to plow the cemetery of the Lwowski Orląts, collective graves in Katyń, covered with asphalt nameless Mogiły Służewiec, and a blackout in memory.
Maybe a modest cemetery close the village church – a good place to slow forget.
No, no, they're not, they're just practical.
The philosopher's voice: "It's hard to imagine the President's household riding Wawel on All Saints' Day."
Philosopher, fool. Idiot, but authority. The authority, due to the fact that he knows what he's saying, the agrarian cemetery, the family's gonna be close, only the family, no one's gonna get there, nobody's gonna remember the address. Stupid, but he can sense what they want from him.
Thursday
Wawel. Kraków. Poland. Poles will hit Wawel!
And you'll keep proceeding the voice of the PRESIDENT!!! ON FREE POLAND, ON A just Europe. They won't plow Wawel, they won't flood the asphalt, they won't condemn oblivion!
A poet again. Good thing we have poets. They're talking to us. But they talk for us. They're talking about us, too. We have poets. We have - not them.
The requiem under the doorbell,
Saloners, finish this noise.
O time of sad reflection please,
When the president goes to Wawel.
Who does he lead in a ceremony gala?
Some shadows, any bloody uniforms,
Those in Katyn rose from the pits,
They're going to Wawel with the President.
They walk slow but equally,
♪ 'cause they're walking ♪ grave.
God’s Uncharted Sentence
With the President, they're on Wawel.
When the threshold passes the royal rooms,
a brief appeal – time to study the mission,
then sleep – the first night among its own
With the President, who led them to Wawel.
But possibly he'll wake up.
Their destiny in us is pure and right?
Let him reconcile—and parties and people,
The day they got to Wawel.
(Henryk Krzyżanowski)
Friday
The volcano is smoking. He's throwing ash in our heads. You're dust and dust.
They're not coming. The mighty of this planet will not come. Good. They had time. How the president lived.
Like spitting on him. besides in their media. They weren't there then. Then they kept quiet,
Not for the first time.
Now we don't request them. We'll bury the president ourselves. We Poles. Wawel.
Polish large Week. The large Week of Poland.
Saturday
Car cords, countrymen going on plots – not even in front of TVs.
Goodbye in Piłsudski Square. The square is big, the Poles have come little.
Is the Polish Resurrection ?
Mr Bogdan
18.04.2010
