Playing Dice

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Since the envoys had brought news of the arrival of the Emperor, Bolesław’s kingdom had been overwhelmed by an all-encompassing state of commotion.  Aside from the settlers living deep within the deepest forests, there was probably no one who did not, in some way or other, (...)
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The Book

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The phones are always going wrong, so my parents aren’t upset when there’s no dialling tone. They’re at the fortieth birthday party of a female friend from their class at high school. They say they’re going downstairs to the phone booth for a (...)
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Tadeusz Dąbrowski

Mazurka


Grandma runs a shop selling religious souvenirs and Yesterday, for nothing at all, she gave me a Saint Francis, fully aware that I have a little Jesus and A Blessed Sister Faustyna from the very same set. This morning there was a Saint George, but he's gone now, He should be here again soon after Sunday (and not just him…) – says Grandma to people, and people often listen to her with respect. Around Friday heaven arrives; they no longer supply Hell (it stays on the shelf too long), but I've got Hell at home, as well as heaven and the saints. And, when I get bored or sad, opposite myself I set out Heaven and hell. In heaven I place the ones From Grandma. In hell I put a little pig, a sapper and a diver. moral treatise when forced to make a choice between the word and the body in full bloom the body of a woman and the body of a poem in full bloom I choose the word I give my word in order not to give my body and I give my body       from Mazurka I don't believe     „I don't believe from waking up     to falling asleep”     Tadeusz Różewicz   I believe all round the clock I was drunk when the drunken Pluszka asked what makes me believe in God. Pluszka said he doesn't believe in anything higher than himself. I really wanted to shower Pluszka in a million sparkling proofs that God exists, but all that came into my head was this: Pluszka, you either believe or not. Then I fell asleep. I dreamed about a poem. The poem consisted exactly of the dialogue quoted above and a punch line that said everything. In my sleep I thought I'd write it all down in the morning. But in the morning I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten that final verse, which I do believe EXISTS.       from Mazurka

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