marcin
(Marcin)
#1
respect to the persisting inventory of relics
sifted by the memory of the poet.
It is no longer a question of changing the
world, but to know it and accept it for what
it’s worth, certain that everything always
starts from the beginning once again with
every death or change. The agony is
repeated, but so are the small joys of the day,
the discoveries, the starts, sensual and
wasteful love (Erotiche) like the kind that is
a flame of the spirit and does not need to be
consummated to be enjoyed, but lives in the
beguiling power of longing: hope and desire,
charm and consolation, beginning and
waiting. Love that continually risks the
contact, contamination with death, and is a
sign of life, satisfying and comforta-ble,
miraculous in the alternation of sensations
and thoughts it generates (“You can kill me
and I will be reborn, / you can give me life