Although the right wing eagerly appealed to him, there were elements in his eyes that disrupted the right-wing project from within: nihilism, anarchy, madness, atheism. Now it is worth returning to both his essays and poems.
Prominent poet, writer, literary historian and essayist Yaroslav Marek Rymkiewicz has died. He was 86 years old. He is the author of many important books, from Umszlagplatz to historical and literary treatises on Mickiewicz and Słowacki, historical essays, the Leśmian encyclopedia, and voluminous poems. He also won the 2003 Nike Award for his book of poems, Sunset in Milanowek.
We will either lose Poland or save it
In four excellent literary essays on Polish history: The Dependent, Kinderszenen, Samuel Zborowski, and Reitan. The Fall of Poland, he not only commented on the past but also on the future of the country. “Intelligent” people are “Europeans” who want Poland to cease to exist and melt, and “madmen” and “barbarians” who want Poland to exist. we have to choose – or we will be reasonable people and lose Poland; Otherwise, we will be crazy people and help save him. “
Rymkiewicz has repeatedly suggested that the only way forward for Poland is the rule of Jaroslaw Kaczynski. After the Smolensk catastrophe, he wrote in his famous poem: “Poland cannot be given to thieves / Those who want to steal it from us and sell it to the world / Yaroslav! The Lord still owes something to the Brother! / Where are you going? What will happen to Poland? / This is what the burnt body asked us / And this is something you have to do about it / Hold on to it – Dear Mr. Yaroslav “. Political affiliation has previously been seen in poetry and media statements.
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Meanwhile, some time ago, Rymkiewicz was known primarily as a literary researcher, a specialist in romance, the author of books about Słowacki and Leśmian, and a prominent poet. He gained a wide readership thanks to his book “Asili”, published in 2007. He had previously been involved in the idea of Polishism. In “Polish Conversations in the Summer of 1983” or “The Grand Duke with Thoughts on the Nature and Attributes of the Polish Spirit.”
In The Dependent, Rymkiewicz argues that Poland could become a real nation at the cost of the crimes it committed against Stanislaw August Poniatowski. The revolution would be a ticket to history, as in France, but it did not happen.
Free Pole, Nietzsche’s work
“Kinderszenen” again speaks of the madness of the Poles, the Warsaw Uprising, which, paradoxically, led to the establishment of an independent Poland at that time. Rymkiewicz sided with romantic madness, armed action and bloody demonstrations. In Samuel Zborowski, he created the apotheosis of anarchy as the highest realization of Polish freedom.
In one interview, he said he liked the crowd and the plebs, the Polish anarchy inherited from the aristocracy. At the same time, in Rimkievich’s work, free Polish is not a “real pole”, it is ethnically ethnic: “Poland is for Poles. Of course, I do not mean some ethnic Poles, because there are probably no such people at all, and I am more of an ethnic Tatar, from a Tatar family that once settled near Marijampole and Winkszhnup. Or I’m an ethnic German, from a family on the Russian-Prussian border, “she said in an interview with Joanna Lichocka.
Chętkowski: Yarosław Marek Rymkiewicz, a graduate of my high school
It’s better to be crazy with Mickiewicz
Rymkiewicz’s four books of essays are an attempt to redefine Polish. The end of Samuel Zborowski’s famous sentence: “Wherever this blood takes us, let’s go. Let’s watch this coffin ”was read as a fantasy of romantic fantasies or a call to renew the world, where the Poles were not finally weak victims, but savages and cruel (Shepan Tvardox read this ending).
Rymkiewicz designed the future: “This is my advice on this. “If it’s Polish, it’s better to be mad with Mitskewicz and Reitan than to be among smart people who don’t like such lunatics, and to lose Poland with reasonable people – and this time it could even be forever,” he wrote.
Thus, although the right wing eagerly appealed to him, there were elements in his eyes that exploded the right-wing project from within: nihilism, anarchy, madness, atheism. He eagerly quotes Nietzsche: “There is no justice in history, there is no good in nature, and therefore the pessimist, if he is an artist in historical things, the lack of justice still goes to a place of beautiful naivety. (…) A nihilist artist betrays himself by wanting and distinguishing a cynical, kinistic story. ” This fragment could be the motto of my book, ”he said of Asili. “I wrote a story about a jealous man who was completely indifferent to good and evil.”
Dehnel: Milli pis
He also admitted: “It is good that we are not a selected species, and other species: cats, hedgehogs, trees have the same rights and are more beautiful. And maybe they are also better organized in existence, more harmonious and therefore more pleasant. Humans are a species that contradicts their existence, and this can lead to its extinction and inability to preserve the privileges of the species. Only then there would be no one who would enjoy the world from an aesthetic point of view, admire cats and hedgehogs … ”
Now it is worth returning to his essays and poems:
Winter funeral at Bolimov Cemetery
(From the collection “Sunset in Milanowek”)
There were cats behind his coffin – but they were invisible
Disabled cats and church cats
Śnieżek reluctantly lay down on the graves
There was an invisible march – all the dead cats
Flea yellow and crazy cat Bończa
A leaky cloak hung from his shoulders
The clergyman’s priest’s cat, then the poet’s cat
The cutlets smelled invisible
Spurs cat, yellow hat cat Frajszyc
Cat Half-Tail and Earless Cat
A pot of porridge and a wet cloth were carried
Whoever dies does not know what will be left after him
A half-dead Nazi cat and a potter’s cat
Whoever dies does not know what happened to him
And he does not know who died – whether it will be useful to God
A cat was walking, crawling in my doorway
The cat drowned in the sack, the cat went to hell
The orders of the invisible pope were carried out
Suburban train cat, Eliot’s old cat
Finally, if you will, half of the cat is gone
Półgłówek, a friend of our naughty white cat
Everyone here would like to have such a funeral