Tuesday, August 22, 2006

method to write regularly

Six months later…

As everyone can observe, I am not a very regular writer. Frankly speaking, I am not even a very irregular writer.

I have a negative feature. I always look for something more interesting to do. I must do twenty things in the same time, I must focus on a few very important matters, I must do some more engaging activities than I should. I tried to write a diary in which I marked a level of priority to each activity that came to my mind. Unfortunately, while doing them, I discovered another thousand, of high priority, of course.

The problems are to be solved. No idea how but I must do something about it. To be consistent? To be systematic? To be methodical? I can’t see that. However, I must. We’ll see…

Friday, April 14, 2006

Easter story

it's said that there was a son of the god who came to the land of sinners. It's said that he died for our salvation. It's said that we are sinners because we are born as humans who had very disobedient parents - Adam and Eve. It's said that it's their fault that some of us are going to fry in hell. Very sad story about the world, isn't it? It's believed that we can escape from the circle of destiny if we are Christians. In other way, we will die without hope which Christians are given every year in the time of Easter.
The man is hanging on the cross, several copies in each town. He's tortured and exhausted and suffering extremely. He's painful and sad. He has almost lost his faith. However, the great aid - DEATH is rescuing him and taking to the kingdom of Father. We are sitting with our families around the table and celebrate the moment of his Resurrection. Because it's said that he returns every year and starts the path across our hearts to let us die and resurrect on our own.
Today, on Good Friday, we are hanging on the cross, tortured, exhausted and suffering extremely. We are looking forward to die.

Monday, April 10, 2006

four months

hmmm. Amazing is "time". It's April now. I'm older and I lost my friend. My world broke into millions of pieces. I was depressed and now... Now I start talking about it. It was a scene in one film that two guys are talking about their sister who has already died and one says: "Go home and check. Potatoes are boiling in a pot, nothing has really changed in your life". Incredible. It's a very slight change, although it is, it really modifies your thinking about the world, yourself, surrounding, days, time, love. It doesn't change your life dramatically but it changes you completely.
So, it's April now and I begin to live a quite normal life. Four months. Quite a long time indeed.
My work makes me sad and hopeless. I can't stand some strange ways of thinking. Problems which are not problems and problems which are problems however there is nobody to admit: there is a problem, really.
Try to play someone's game
and you are lost,
can't win because
there are other rules
which don't suit you,
it's not your skin.
Try it on
and look
like in a mask,
like in disguise.
Cannot live
in someone else,
try another day
to find your own way.
So easy to write, so hard to act.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Gothic party in NoMercy

We had a very nice time at the gothic New Year's Eve in the club No Mercy. A lot of good music, two separated rooms, many interesting people, tasty drinks and wonderful arrangements. Some pics available on www.gothic.pl. Enjoy.

Friday, December 30, 2005

Let the old f...ing year die a hero's death

I have never been so happy of the end of a year. Tomorrow I will say goodbye to many things. I won't be sorry of most of them. Getting older can be a problem. Getting more experienced can be arguable. Getting less time to finish the life can be frightening. Getting one more chance is blessing.

Take your glass
full of champagne
and say "goodbye"
to many of your sins
don't look back
just drunken morning
will show you
cruelly soberly
new hell where
you will be dying a hero's death
the new year
2006

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Christmas, Christmas and fish are dead!

Some Christmas cooking:
In Poland we have traditionally twelve dishes, mainly based on vegetables and fish (fasting).
We prepare different salads, bigos, a carp (in jelly, in tomatoes (or "Greek"), fried etc.), some herrings in various sauces, dumplings with sauerkraut and mashrooms, borsch with ravioli (uszka), sauerkraut with peas, sauerkraut with mashrooms (porcini mashrooms reccomended), sardines, tuna, cakes (not made of fish, thanks god), kutia, cookies and many more, dependently on a region.
Last year some people from church decide to interfere in the tradition (normal thing) and they allowed people to eat meat. However, it is absolutely impossible to consume mince dishes at my home because we still respect our customs.

The same with the name. Even though some of us aren't Christians, we prefer calling it "Christmas" to calling it Other-F...ing-Name. I really can't understand why people have some objectives about the name. If it is the Christian festival and our decision is to celebrate it, let's respect the name of it in the form it is known. If I decided to take part in some Jewish or Muslim festivals, I wouldn't demand them to change the name of it because I am not Jewish or Muslim! Absurdity! However, if you haven't got problems or you want people to stop thinking about their real problems, create some substitute. The less important, the better. Just make them
take some of their free time to think about some nonsenses. They wouldn't have time and will to discuss some real dangers or anxieties.

and here is my Christmas Tree:

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Holy.... S....

As we can observe, a man is a kind of creature completely dependent on fiction. We can watch thousands running in shops, looking for presents, whatever it would be, only to be. They seem to be frightened, not by the fact that they are getting silly but by the fact that people surrounded them would notice them as not-inventive, not-imaginative, not-impressive, not-not-not... The real fact that they are not-... is not a problem, buhahaha.