BEKSINSKI prog artist

Ed_The_Dead wrote: You should be a collaborator, Tuz...   damn.. turn on minimax! Mr. KAczkowski is just playing a song from Fear of a Blank Planet!

You said it brother!

Thanks guys! 

You should be a collaborator, Tuz...

...to behave, you clown!

Its the thread that shouldnt exist, a thread for our Polish friends, their version of The Velvet Room...

I don't think I've ever visited this thread. Is this the Polish happy place?

Nice connection. Interesting, what are the rest sixteen things? But "The Raven" certainly is one of the serious pretendents.

RaphaelT wrote: With your task it might be some trouble, since Poles are nation of poets, and there are many of them, so it is great work to do to identify a poem. In my opinion we should search in 19th century or the 20s of 20th century. -- The poem is definitely by Mickiewicz (at least, this is what appears on the reverse side of the cover of the LP I talked about). Who is your favorite poet, BTW? -- I'm afraid I may disappoint some of you since, honestly speaking, I'm not a big lover of poetry. I just don't fully get the very idea of poetry itself. I searched for that poem by Mickiewicz because it appears on the very interesting vinyl disc I own from my childhood -- I was interested what are the original Polish words. So, I can't name any favourite poet as even the great Russian poets known in the whole world (and who are, naturally, should be much more familiar and understandable for me) aren't among the favourites. Edgar Allan Poe, maybe, may be named as a favourite, but, then again, mostly due to "The Raven".   I am a very big lover of non-poetic literature, instead.

No problem at all, Visitor13. I lived without it for ages, I'll bear some additional days too.... Thank you very much anyway.

Stepy Akermanskie
Adam Mickiewicz

Wpłynąłem na suchego przestwór oceanu,
Wóz nurza się w zieloność i jak łódka brodzi,
śród fali łąk szumiących, śród kwiatów powodzi,
Omijam koralowe ostrowy burzanu.

Już mrok zapada, nigdzie drogi ni kurhanu;
Patrzę w niebo, gwiazd szukam, przewodniczek łodzi;
Tam z dala błyszczy obłok - tam jutrzenka wschodzi;
To błyszczy Dniestr, to weszła lampa Akermanu.

Stójmy! - jak cicho! - słyszę ciągnące żurawie,
Których by nie dościgły źrenice sokoła;
Słyszę, kędy się motyl kołysa na trawie,

Kędy wąż śliską piersią dotyka się zioła.
W takiej ciszy - tak ucho natężam ciekawie,
że słyszałbym głos z Litwy. - Jedźmy, nikt nie woła.


It is very nice for me to meet Russian who loves Polish .

    

Edited by Throgh - October 05 2006 at 05:57