Night Song of the Personal Shadow
The rain is pissing down,
And you, you are asleep
in your nice warm room –
that or stuffing the bird
Me? Till six in the morning
I rot in the slackening rain.
I must wait for my relief, I’ve got to wait
till you crawl out of your hole,
get up from beside your old woman.
So the dope can be passed on
as to where you’ve flown
The Beautiful Mrs Seidenman
In the evenings, when he couldn’t fall asleep for hours, he would cry softly. He didn’t know why. But the tears brought him relief. And when late at night he would finally drift off, he dreamed of the war and the occupation. People often dream about the best moments of their lives, and so he was not an exception, although a Freudian analyst would have had little use for him. Because when Wiktor Suchowiak dreamed of a wardrobe, it didn t mean in the slightest that he wanted a woman.
Journey Through Death III
leave your home.
Perhaps you’ll awake in a
Perhaps you won’t awake
perhaps you’ll meet Jan Palach,
perhaps you’ll meet the workers
from the coast
perhaps you’ll meet no one,
perhaps you’ll awake in me.
He wrote to Mästlin: I do not speak like I write, I do not write like I think, I do not think like I ought to think, and so everything goes on in deepest darkness. Where did these voices come from, these strange sayings? It was as if the future had found utterance in him.