In the fragrance of the lily of the valley wounds heal II

W zapachu konwalii goją się rany
(Eng. In the fragrance of the lily of the valley wounds heal)

self-portrait
(May 16, 2013)

inspired by poetry by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)

Polish text Copyright 1989 Wydawnictwo Literackie, Kraków, Poland
Halina Poświatowska, Polish, d. 11 oct 1967.
translation by Marek Lugowski, marek@enteract.com
twice22.org/HalinaFAQ/

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W zapachu konwalii goją się rany
i otwierają się szczeliny w ziemi
ziejące próżnią bez dna.

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In the fragrance of the lily of the valley wounds heal
and the cracks in the earth open
gaping in a bottomless void.

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Of what do my feet whisper

O czym szepczą moje stopy
(Eng. Of what do my feet whisper)

self-portrait
(July 6, 2015)
Oklahoma, US

inspired by the poem “Overheard”
by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)

Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski
marek@enteract.com
29 October 2004 Chicago, Illinois

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Gdy tak leżą bezczynnie
lewa zwrócona ku prawej,
prawa ku lewej,
o czym szepczą moje stopy
w nie kończące się
zimowe wieczory.
…
Bezwładnie
tak leżące
myślą o ziemi,
ciągle o ziemi.

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When they idly lie about,
the left facing the right,
the right facing the left,
of what do my feet whisper
during the neverending
winter evenings.
…
Inertly
they rest
thinking of earth,
of earth all the time.

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(à la Vivian Maier)

self-portrait
(July 12, 2015)
Location: Samuell-Grand Amphitheater, Dallas, US

I shot this picture before the performance of “Romeo and Juliet”
at “Shakespeare in the Park 2015 Summer Season” event.

Underneath the dance of the golden lamps

Pod tańcem złotych lamp
(Eng. Underneath the dance of the golden lamps)

self-portrait
(July 7, 2015)
Oklahoma, US

inspired by poetry by H. Poświatowska (excerpt)
Halina Poswiatowska d. 11 October 1967
translated from the Polish
by Marek Lugowski
marek@enteract.com
29 October 2004 Chicago, Illinois

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Pod tańcem
złotych lamp
fruwają nisko
proste anioły pragnień (…)

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Underneath the dance
of the golden lamps
the simple angels of desires
fly low (…)

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(à la Vivian Maier)

self-portrait
(July 6, 2015)
Location: in the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma, US

I planned to spend The Independence Day weekend in Hot Springs, Arkansas
in a very civilized way, and ended up in a cabin in the wilderness of Oklahoma.
Perhaps I haven’t discovered any new museum of art,
concert hall or luxury SPA resort,
but I feel as though I rediscovered my inner child.
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