Niecosoficznie, meaning soft philosophy for everyday life and for every moment. For clarification – I don’t have a philosophical education, and I’m not sure that having one would make life easier or make it happier. The texts presented are just the result of thoughts, both long and fleeting, of roads without end and those without a beginning.
The philosophy of life and war is somewhat divergent, so a few lines for Ukraine, Palestine, Tibet, Uyghurstan, Kurdistan, etc. (essentially only for those wonderful, innocent people – over there).
on some day of war in a year away from God's grace
one can no longer live
like falcons unable to fly
and an avalanche that never falls
like a drop that doesn't hollow the stone
of the eternal prison
like overturned chairs
and a fate unwon
as if there was nothing
to lose
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The third tale.
All this writing, scribbling, babbling, stories, the characters sculpted in thousands of minds and their depressingly illogical, though ridiculously predictable, words and thoughts… All this empty and pathetic chatter calling itself literature, the book of life written for millennia for the good of millions of unknown descendants. Meanwhile, literature shouldn’t fear, it should respond more…
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Some stuff that starts with A.
Angels do not always have super-white teeth, just like not always have a white wings. But don’t get me wrong: I’m not a fan of black teeth:) Quietism (by the way, what a beautiful term and word cause means “flowerism” in Polish), stoicism, perhaps even cynicism and Buddhism sometimes become one and merge into a…
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The second tale.
Our minds – lonely rocks on the stormy sea, constantly whipped by waves of salty words, but words that are not prayers or tales, are always whistled in the wind… But what would be a tale made of words woven by the wind without rocks? What could be more beautiful than a prayer transforming our…
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Somewhat-sophist tales
Things found miraculously Every now and then, I happen upon things I haven’t lost. I’m, of course, not referring to items lost by others – those wouldn’t be found, but rather stolen or at most – borrowed. With a justified fear that fiction doesn’t liberate, I’ll only speak of those occasions when I’ve found…
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