GREAT FATHER You will never understand me, Son. Now, when you walk down a colorful street in Copenhagen, you see two dealers and a huge balloon-like rat. Enjoy this view! You will never understand me, Son. Admire the ladies who put lace panties in their bags. Enjoy your life while you can. ARMAGEDDON DAYS There was nothing unusual about it. Children played in the squares, and alcoholics slowly drank beer on the benches. The sun suddenly changed its color. The policeman fired a bullet, but it hit the nearby trees. And the world ceased to exist. CONVERSATIONS WITH THE PROPHETS I'm looking for happiness, could you advise me on how to find it? And what is happiness for you? That's what I don't know, I'm tracking happiness to no avail. Once you find it, come to me again. Then I won't need you anymore. You have it within you, but you must first see the man with the bird's head on the solar orb. It's too complicated. Happiness is not a watermelon thrown in the trash.
Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm Sinclair, Adam Zdrodowski, Equipage, 2007), A Marzipan Factory (trans. Adam Zdrodowski, Otoliths, 2010), Kopenhaga (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Zephyr Press, 2013), Let’s Go Back to the Mainland (trans. Agnieszka Pokojska, Červená Barva Press, 2014), Zero Visibility (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Phoneme Media, 2017). Asemic writing book Shanty Town (Post-Asemic Press, 2022).
dear Grzegorz . i love that the bullet hit the trees
yes watermelon in the trash is not happiness
wondrous work.. thank you
very best wishes to you and St(ascia) (my mother’s name :))
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THANK YOU, DORIS!!!