purple

monika pietsch - mz

monka pietsch - czrny staw - 6 x 4 - 300

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monika pietsch -psy

psy

Monika Pietsch - crime(a) 1

crime(a)

 

Monika Pietsch - crime(a) 2

I love you

 

Monika Pietsch - crime(a) 3

I hate you

 

Monika Pietsch - crime(a) 4

I’ll eat you

 

Monika Pietsch -  battleship

battleship

monika pietsch - nn 1

nn1

monika pietsch - nn2

nn2

Monika Pietsch - the sun

 the sun

 

monika pietsch - konik szafranowy

konik szafranowy

monika pietsch - konik zniewolony

konik zniewolony 

Monika Pietsch - machine 2 in blue

machine 2 in blue

Monika Pietsch - machine 2

machine 2

monika pietsch - machine orange

 machine

monika pietsch - owls

owls

 

Monika Pietsch Love-upon-Avon

Love-upon-Avon

monika pietsch - suspended

suspended

monika pietsch - pink baloon

suspended blue

monika pietsch - rocket r

rocket 58

monika pietsch - szpieg z krainy deszczowców

szpieg z krainy deszczowców

monika pietsch - solo in Ukraine 2

“Solo in Ukraine”

 

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Monika Pietsch - edge m

sacralia element I

sacralia element I

sacralia element II

sacralia element II

@@ barany

  ptak nakręcacz – the wind up bird

black & white spider awards

taboo

the fairy tale of the crow the boy and the bicycle

jade staircase lament

Jade Staircase Lament

Night long on the jade staircase, white
dew appears, soaks through gauze stockings.
She lets down crystalline blinds, gazes out
through jewel lacework at the autumn moon.

Li Bai

translated by David Hinton

run baby run

alone in kyoto

la passante

five stories

À une passante

La rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d’une main fastueuse
Soulevant, balançant le feston et l’ourlet;

Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,
Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l’ouragan,
La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.

Un éclair… puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté
Dont le regard m’a fait soudainement renaître,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l’éternité?

Ailleurs, bien loin d’ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!
Car j’ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,
Ô toi que j’eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!

Charles Baudelaire

the warrior

MONIKA PIETSCH koyasan II

 koyasan epitaph II

epitafium

Józef Skwierawski

collage

pamięci Andrzeja Pietscha

cmentarna zima
kamiennych pionów
bielonych gzymsów
zastygłych rytmów
uładzonej przestrzeni
ostatecznej
powietrznymi bezdrożami
błądzą śnieżynki
w świecie wolnym
od przymusu grawitacji

i kanonów kompozycji
starą czarnobiałą akwafortę
czas dopełnił barwami
opalizuje bezgłośny
niespokojny wiatrem
płomień
biblijna postać
początku i końca
we fiolecie kosmicznych mgławic
jest też
jasna zieleń jemioły
przetkanej białym kwiatem
cisza nieodwołalności

*****

z doskonałych form
Twojej krzywej ziemi
z grani i wierchów
stawów i kotłów
sobie tylko znanymi zboczami
ciekami, depresjami
zszedłeś w dolinę traw
zakończony cykl podróży

*****

w patio
w lednickiej winorośli
trzepocą sikorki
na halach Gorcowego
cienka warstwa zimy
jak srebrna poświata
wstającego miesiąca
mgły ciągną stokami Bieniowej
gnieżdżą się w koronach świerków
za sinymi basztami Bielskich
i wąwozami Koperszadów
zimna ściana Kieżmarskiego
w kłębach cynowych chmur
pomieszanie żywiołów ze światłem
niby-bytów z niby-kształtem
żywy archetyp piękna

Kraków, grudzień 2010

30. 11. odszedł Andrzej

koyasan epitaph I


love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

e.e.  cummings

postać poprzeczna

Unspoken words we scatter on the wind become poetry. Every poet wants to be heard. Most want to be heard by an audience of one. When they fail, they publish and get an audience of many. S.K.

rose

Words

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road—-

Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.

Sylvia Plath

sespit

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see Thee face to face
When I have crossed the bar

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

losojosvendados

w kącie

maski

vulkan

purple

scarlet scarf

je n’enleverai pas mon voile :)

The Falling of the Leaves

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

William Butler Yeats

 

 

 

 

białe – czarne – kolorowe

why so green

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

William Blake

. . . . . .

Chora róża

Różo, tyś chora:
Czerw niewidoczny,
Niesiony nocą
Przez wicher mroczny,

Znalazł łoże w szczęśliwym
Szkarłacie twego serca
I ciemną, potajemną
Miłością cię uśmierca.

tłumaczył Stanisław Barańczak

bez tytułu

wr
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f r e e

avatar czy akvarium :)

pink


Avec les sentiments
De la plus profonde humilité
Je dédie
Ces fleurs maladives
C.B.


love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it’s most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is more always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less litter than forgive

it’s most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

e.e.c.

d e s i g n

p h o t o s

An Afternoon

As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
The tide is going out across the shingle.
But it isn’t that. No,
it’s because at that moment she chooses
to walk into the room without any clothes on.
Drowsy, not even sure where she is
for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead.
Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,
head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her
through the doorway. Maybe
she’s remembering what happened that morning.
For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him.
And sweetly smiles.

Raymond Carver

MONIKA PIETSCH Spoiling kiss

spoiling kiss

in my mind

Strings in the earth

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There’s music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.

James Joyce

Tie your heart at night to mine

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Pablo Neruda

dragon

zamyślenie



zamyślenie biało czarne

eruption

postać II

as the

spirit

wanes

the

form

appears.

Charles Bukowski

. . . . .

gdy

duch

słabnie

pojawia się

forma.

tłumaczyła Katarzyna Chmielewska

:)

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