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Marcin Malek is a Polish poet, writer, playwright, and publicist. Studied International Affairs and Custom Administration Services. Also literature translator - Russian and English , including press articles in field of international affairs and cultural releases as well as Russian and English-language poetry along with the letters of Alexander Sergeyevitch Pushkin. Published mainly in quarterlies: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent” and monthlies: „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”, "Dziś", Winner of the annual award of "Poetry&Paratheatre" journal for year 2012, . Since 2006 lives in Ireland. Wikipedia  

✵ 24. February 1975
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Famous Marcin Malek Quotes

“TRIFLE
On early morn children were playing at the river’s shore
close to the noon soldiers came out of the blue
by the dim river red played theirs sins”

Marcin Malek

Call me an idiot (2012), pages 41, the whole piece

“We walk this earth
hand with hand and head by head
along with shadows of fairy tales
myths and legends spread by superstitious folks
and oddly we yearn to all of them
with sadness and despair
like drowning sailor who longs for sip of air
with playful joy against the odds
we seek to tame good auld death
forgetting that lady D is a wild cat
that carves its paths with fangs and claws step by step
step by step
until she is to close
- inside your head”

Marcin Malek

Source: We'll go asleep, poems and ballads, "Untill she is to close", pg 64

“It seems that the disenchantment of fate (though underestimated) was a milestone on the path of human development, the day we doubted ways of fate could only be compared to a Neil Armstrong’s first step on the moon. The first thought approach of modernity is the contradiction of destiny, with its sense of divine power ruling from the outer planes all phenomena and events happening in real world.”

Marcin Malek

Source: We'll go asleep, poems and ballads, "An innocent twist of fate" pg. 46

“THE ODIUM
Did you know,
that lack of touch
sometimes hurts more
than a strike?”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 134, the whole piece

“A CARE
Your shadow –
Looks nothing like you
She said passing me by
I pass her by with no regrets
My shadow is my care –
I said

I’m of Darkness –
And Darkness is of me
If you know the place –
where it comes from?
She looked over her shoulder
Only a man She said
Only man – all over the place
wanders along his own steps”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 86, verse I-II.

“HERE
above Dublin
below a skyline aflame
with white dwarfs’ blazing fires
a hushed town
gazes into the distance
and wanes like an agate stone
that sleeps amongst sharp reeds
in cloudy waters of the ford
longing for its soul.”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 18-20, verse V

“ÉIRE (translation)
If I were the alpha and omega all at once
I could not love you more than now
Immature motherland of stray illusions
I'm grateful to feel your soil
and quench my thirst on your rivers”

Marcin Malek

Call me an idiot (2012), pages 13-14

“can you sense twirling atoms
within the quivering air
it is the frequency of care
cast upon the human race
by anonymous surveyors of fate”

Marcin Malek

Source: We'll go asleep: Poems and Ballads, "Here comes time of plague", pg. 62

Marcin Malek Quotes about time

“A SPRING
Long stalks of rain
are growing from the skies
down towards ash-black soil,
softer than deer hearts
frozen in concentration
at river banks

Everything that is not here
lies beyond these waters – more effusive
than a fisherman’s song,
when come evening time
they sail back to theirs rocky homes
settled at Shannon’s ridges
winding like a maggot in a downpour
and greener still
than eyes of women
that bear the same name”

Marcin Malek

Diary of an unfinished journey (2012), Page 56, verse I-II.

“"SINN"
We are the anthems, trumpets
long-maned waves and roaring seas
we are the heavy columns of clouds
and eager sharp granite fangs

we are the yellow sands
that marble moon, grey dust
a stone’s shadow as hard as tears
of river streams and famine time

we boundless days, empty nights
blood on the threshold, iris of guns
hangman's ropes and trenches –
of gaping hollow graves”

Marcin Malek

Notes: Originally written in English. „Sinn”: In Gaelic means "We". Poem was created in response to an appeal of fellow Irishman, who ask to wrote something in kind of Arthur O'Shaughnessy's "Ode", maintaining similar styling. (footnote from page 42)

Among the things (2012), Page 42, verse I-III.

“1916
Let us lift the fallen!
Because who else – who else than we
would summon them like autumn leafs
when time will shake the bells of our dreams
a “Foggy dew”

And once the time runs out
for everything and nothing at all
with a triumphant song on our lips
we shall wage war on the entire world!”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 38, verse V, VI.

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