“She smelled like water that had been warmed by the sun, and she also had the sharp, enticing aroma of birch leaves.”
“She smelled like water that had been warmed by the sun, and she also had the sharp, enticing aroma of birch leaves.”
Tadeusz Konwicki
“There are no good or evil people. There is only a great, unfathomable mob trampling itself underfoot. The life-giving sources of the old morality have dried up and vanished in the sands of oblivion. There's no other source to draw from, no place to refresh oneself. There is no example, no inspiration. It is night. A night of indifference, apathy, chaos.”
Tadeusz Konwicki“-I haven't been writing for years. I lost faith. it's not for me. Too many levels.-What levels?-All those levels of existence. us down here, and up there, high above us. the ceiling of the universe. I've chosen nothingness.”
Tadeusz Konwicki“I am free, anonymous man. My flights and falls occurred while I was wearing a magical cap of of invisibility, my successes and sins sailed on in invisible corvettes, and films and books flew off into the abyss in invisible strongboxes. I am free, anonymous.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“She smelled like water that had been warmed by the sun, and she also had the sharp, enticing aroma of birch leaves.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“In today's ambiguous world, character means despotism, tyranny, absolute intolerance. At last it is time to admire a lack of character, inner weakness. Our epoch is that of noble doubts, blessed uncertainty, sacred hypersensitivity, divine wishy-washiness.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“Character is a lack of doubt, character is stubbornly persevering in an intention no matter how senseless it is, character is a lack of imagination, character is inborn dullness, character is the misfortune of humanity.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“Yes, I am confusing literature with life. I'm declaring my own ordinary life to be a work of literature.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“The world can't die. Many generations have thought the world was dying. But it was only their world which was dying.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“I am free. I am one of the few free people in this country of utterly transparent slavery. A slavery covered by a sloppy coat of contemporary varnish. I have fought a long and bloodless battle for this pitiable personal freedom. I fought for my freedom against the temptations, ambitions, and appetites witch drive everyone blindly on the slaughterhouse. To the so-called modern slaughterhouse for human dignity, honor, and for something else, too, which we forgot about a long time ago.”
Tadeusz Konwicki, A Minor Apocalypse“Dreams are debris from bad day. Dreams are poems by bad poets that never got written.”
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