Furkot
by Ewa Chrusciel

Translation:
Kasia Jakubiak, Ewa Chrusciel


      photographic digital art: Urszula Lukaszuk

Pact

Once again paper cuts deep my skin
And then I forget and grab it
Child-like, curious
of its smell and usage



***

The Archangel Gabriel
Arrived like a bronze dragonfly

A surge of air
Through layered tree rings

She nodded
To the rhythm of the flutter

From this fan
She would weave
A cradle



 
   
Pinocchio’s Nose
For Stasys Eidrigevicius

Pinocchio gains self-knowledge
Pats necessity gently on its shoulder
If he allows, his nose
Will become useful
Serve as a sailboat mast
Or for a grandma to hang her shopping bag.


Stasys Eidrigevicius: Lithuanian artist residing in Poland since 1980. Works in graphic art and design, painting, ex libris, drawing, book illustration, poster, installations, and performance. Has made illustration for children's books published in Lithuania, Poland, Switzerland, USA, Japan, and the Scandinavian countries.




Chromy’s Birds

Contained in color
Rather than nearness
The cranes cannot meet
They are on two separate canvases
Though the paintings adhere
They will remain detached
Squares’ stately affection
In which cranes’love
Is measured by their distance

It is a lot
To know that they match


Chromy is a Polish Contemporary sculptor and a painter. Lives in Krakow.



***

Wherever I go
You let in
The light
Ripple

Unforeseen
Cataract, a soft brush of truth, reminder of
Where I belong

To the reflections
Of light
On altars

Wherever I go
You let in
Not enough
I stopped collecting
Evidence
For Your existence


 
“The School of Plato”
Jean Delville


Contemplative young men
Gathered as if around Christ --
Aesthetic minds
And alluring locks

This land of peacocks
And pastels
Where men’s love
Stems

Orcas circle
In the ocean—
Women’s
Jealous bodies



***

The Roads Diverged in a wood
And I took all of them


There are places where all
Unspeakables nestle

What’s unuttered
flutters

Unborn designs
Circle over
unpatched roofs

Non-arrivals and never-endings
Dart up
From unfettered bliss

Orphaned chances
Take on
Unabated Meaning

Sprouts swarm
In numbers
Only forget-me-nots
Would know

There are places



  pencil drawing: Jowita Wyszomirska



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