one hour till departure

hey we go . . . one hour . . . two trains . . . plane . . .london

well, Milton Keynes for a while . . . interview for a marketing gig in North London Tuesday. If I got the job, I would be the marketing fella for an English language school in North London. The other side. Not teaching. Not sure if I can get it. Not sure of anything except . . . goodbye Poland. It’s been good. It’s been terrible. It’s been a roller coaster. I have learned a lot. I need to be in an English speaking country for an extended period of time. Maybe grab some roots.

I met some amazing people in Poland (Ewa, Joe, Magda, Zofia, Jon, a fantastic student named Piotr, Ela etc.)

Krakow is a beautiful city. A lot of interesting things happening. I will visit Krakow again for sure!!!

Zurek is an amazing soup. Bigos is good in the winter. Polish beer was quite good.

I will miss some of my great students at Empik!!! I won’t miss Katowice!!!

time for a new life . . .

next entry will be from London (or London area)

4 responses to “one hour till departure”

Anonymous

May 3, 2008

Good luck Macrus! Thank You for everything you taught me. I wish I knew you better – but it’s impossible :)THE ENVOY OF MR COGITOGo where those others went to the dark boundaryfor the golden fleece of nothingness your last prizego upright among those who are on their kneesamong those with their back turned and those toppled in the dustyou were saved not in order to liveyou have little time you must give testimonybe courageous when the mind deceives you be courageousin the final account only this is importantand lat your helpless Anger be like the seawhenever you hear the voice of the insulted and beatenlet your sister Scorn not leave you for the informers executioners cowards – they will winthey will go to your funeral and with relief will throw a lump of earth the woodborder will write your smoothed-over biographyand not forgive truly is not in your powerto forgive in the name of those betrayed at dawnbeware howver of unnecessary pridekeep looking at your clown’s face in the mirrorrepeat: I was called – weren’t there better ones than Ibeware of dryness of heart love the morning springthe bird with an unknown name the winter oaklight on a wall the splendour of the skythey don’t need your warm breath they are there to say: no one will console you be vigilant – when the light on the mountains gives the sign – arise and go as long as blood turns in the breast your dark star repeat old incantations of humanity fables and legendsbecause this is how you will attain the good you will not attainrepeat great words repeat them stubbornlylike those crossing the desert who perished in the sand and they will reward you with what they have at handwith the whip of laughter with murder on a garbage heap go because only in this way will you be admitted to the company of cold skullsto the company of your ancestors: Gilgamesh Hector rolandthe defenders of the kongdom without limit and the city of ashesBe faithful Go See you somewhere!

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cantadora, cantadora@poczta.fm

May 3, 2008

Ups! It was me and “Envoy of mr Cogito” of Zbigniew Herbert specially for You :))) cantadora

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postpran

May 5, 2008

thank you for posting this great poem. perfect!!! It helps to read it. Get a perspective. yes perspective helps a lot as I wade through the endless listings of jobs in pr marketing etc.thank you!!!!good luck as well . . . maybe we will run into each other somewhere in this mad world :-)

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Tomasz Zelek

May 21, 2008

Everything best Marcus on your new path! Hope wee’ll meet someday, somewhere :) Tom & Ola

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