Miron Białoszewski

"a man a Miron agonizes agonizes again he’s a talossfor an utter can’t utter er"

"death death so much of her that it discourage the pride of dying"

"Don't get lost. Be there. Let's pass each other, let's pass each other but let's not skip it. Let's pass. We, You who fly and you are pushed."

"don't move from here don't go anywhere to no other planets unless they're here - so whatever happened pretend we don't know each other"

"Don't think I'm unhappy. I'm glad I think. Think I'm glad"

"existence by non-existence pulled by the hair"

"everyone is for themselves the most important because if you don't agree with yourself it is what it is anyway"

"First I went down to the street on stairs, oh, imagine, the stairs."

"Get in, madonnas madonnas To six-horse carriages ... ix-horse!"

"How glad I am that you are the sky and the kaleidoscope, that you have so many artificial stars, that you shine so brightly in a monstrance, when you lift your hollow half-globe around the eyes under the air. How immeasurable in wealth you are, colander spoon!"

"I carry it with me some of my own place. When I lose it"

"i have a break in my hair i'm here all the time just a hair and i would be beautiful"

"I have a furnace similar to the triumphal gate! They're taking away my furnace similar to the triumphal gate!! Give me back furnace similar to a triumphal gate!!! They took it away. All that was left of him grey naked cavity grey naked cavity And this is enough for me: grey naked cavity grey naked cavity gre – y – na – ked – cavi – ty greynakedcavity."

"i was afraid of my stomach squeaking confused him with an invisible mouse."

"I went into a full store; glass lamps were burning, I saw someone - who sat down, and what did I hear?... what did I hear? the rustling of bags and human speech. Well, really Really I'm back."

"i assumed: one day you'll get bored of me but still still i'm waiting you come still i'm waiting you're not coming yes, that's it [I didn't assumed]"

"I am a Denderowianka. I don't know what that means."

"i'm myself i'm stupid what should i do and what should i do"

"I went to the p p ph armacy A a apo thecary - Sir, we do not sell over the counter I ask her - Are you ours too? - I'm Vietnamese I left, with Asia, you never know"

"my head hurts me and myself"

"– Ralla la laa – radio with woman – uuu! – somewhere child – Ralla la laa! – woman – uu! – child – Ral la la – woman – uu – child – Ra la la – – u oh my ear went crazy? and then no: sunday moves hang in there, people!"

"She liked Art Nouveau. She was depressed. Now she meditates. Something starting with "ę". She vibrates."

"she walked around and looked into pots - they don't cook buttermilk? and then she got drunk she was selling four linden trees with a cross as they said she said - I didn't sell it - I didn't sell it and beat with an iron"

"Tekla Tekla Tekla Tekla Tekla, the clock is calling you... Tekla is gone, Tekla has left."

"that lying on like that and thinking it is naturally bad because in the nature i'm just lying there thinking then something will attack me and eat me"

"The chicken with cucumber is ready the weather is there she put her teeth on grab the bucket for water leans over teeth splash into the well and here are the guests on their way"

"They're looking at me, so I probably have a face. Of all the familiar faces, I remember my own the least."

"when i lie down i am unable to get up"

"Yes in my hermitage it tempts: loneliness world memory and that I consider myself a poet."

"And [people] don't want to understand the first layer of the poem - its literalness. They immediately want to perceive something other than what is there."

"I'm not worried about (...) not being. Finally peace from everything. The state of not being well known to me. I haven't been there once. Until 1922. Others too. They just forget."

"Białoszewski was quite a hipster."

"He was poor until 1956, sometimes only able to afford portions of rice at a milk bar; he cheated on hunger with psychedrine or other available means. But that's when his writing exploded (...) he led the life of a French surrealist or a New York beatnik."

"Miron knew when he would die. He told me this: that he knows. That he is completely empty. There is a belief in Egypt that if you walk around the Sphinx and say a wish, it will come true. He had no wish then. He thought for a long time what to say, and finally came up with: just to make sure he doesn't run out of codeine for the rest of his life. And indeed there was plenty."