This is an crucial text for me. I grew up with him for a long time. Have you always asked yourselves, what is the difference between Matejka, Paderewski and Holland or Zalewski?
It will be a longer text, but there are moments erstwhile a man feels he must say something. Not due to the fact that it's gonna change anything, but due to the fact that silence would be an accessory. So I say, we're in phase 4 of decomposition, and we gotta decide what to do next.
This doesn't happen overnight. This isn't a war. It's not a natural disaster. It is something worse – a process of decomposition that starts with the soul of the nation. And the soul of the nation is first attacked by culture.
Once the function of the artist was clear. The artist was a knight of the spirit. He created a myth, cemented a community, gave people an thought of who they were, where they came from and where they were going. Matejko didn't paint paintings to get his back kicked at a Vienna banquet. He painted that in a nation that did not have a state, there was inactive something of the spirit – from this unspeakable core of Polishness.
Did you know that on the 200th anniversary of the conflict of Vienna, erstwhile the Republic of Poland was not on the map, and Vienna tried hard to attach Polish merit, Matejko rented a hall in Vienna, for his own money and exhibited "Sobieski close Vienna" for free. It was shocking at the time. The crowds saw her.
A year earlier Matejko brought from Paris a immense canvas (9×4.5 m) and began racing against time. Why? To make this gigantic composition ready for the Jubilee. "Never before has he so fiercely painted a painting, he put, may I say, all his soul into that painting. The artist's zeal for work was feverish and extraordinary!" – wrote his trustee Marian Gorzkowski. Matejko painted akin sizes of "Bitwa pod Grunwald" for respective years.
He didn't do it for the money due to the fact that it cost him a fortune. He didn't do it for a reward due to the fact that he didn't get anything. He did it for his memory. For the future. due to the fact that showing the triumph of Jan III Sobieski over the vizier Kara Mustafa became a perfect excuse for Jan Matejka to remind the erstwhile power of the Republic and its crucial function in the past of Europe. due to the fact that he understood that a nation without pride and memory of its own past has no possible of endurance and existence.
And Paderewski? 1 of the top pianists in history. From each performance hall he made the embassy of the Polish case. all note, all gesture, all performance prepared the planet for the thought of Poland's independence. And erstwhile the time came, he sat at the table as a politician due to the fact that he knew that the Republic was an thought greater and more crucial than all our individual achievements combined.
At the tallness of his fame he said, "I am a Pole, a faithful boy of the Homeland. The thought of Poland as a large and strong, free and independent was and is the content of my existence. Realising it was and is the sole intent of my life."
How must 1 love the Republic so as not to have it, hear about it only from stories and make it the intent of his life? What kind of upbringing did his parents and grandparents gotta give him? In what environment do you request to mature to increase values with this spine?
And think about what's left of Agnes Holland, who she introduces to us as an artist? How did we show ourselves – for our own public money, the movie "Green Border? Does the top of our intellectual possibilities truly have the face of Krzyszek Zalewski, who shouts 8 stars and a Confederate on stage, and in a tv studio asks for a petition to cancel Trump? It's time to draw conclusions.
Matejko created to lift the nation from its knees. Paderewski played for the planet to hear that Poland has the right to exist. Holland, Ostashewska, Stuhr? This full class employed in a shame factory. What's their goal, too disappearing? Quiet. Humility. Guilty.
They're not artists. These are the co-founders of propaganda, whose top accomplishment is standing ovation in Berlin after the screening of the film, in which the borderer has the face of an SS man, and Poland is simply a laboratory of oppression.
Where's their Poland? Where are her heroes? Where are the values they want to save? Nowhere. due to the fact that they don't want to save anything. They want to break Poland apart, flood it with historical guilt, make a German prize and bury it under the coat of "artistic freedom".
It is impossible to build a state whose artistic elite works on its dismantling. It is impossible to build a state of people who care more about what the critic will say in the French paper than what the kid will feel in the Polish school. You can't save the soul of a community in which an artistic community fights its own people. Think about it. How come we live in a country that writes its own obituary?
And erstwhile we look at how our planet is blurry, how the word 'Poland' disappears from the mouth of those who should carry it high, possibly we must ask not about them, but about us? Where are we in all this?
I have this appeal. Parents! Talk to your children about Poland. Tell her what she might be like – strong, smart, beautiful, if we can make conditions for her. Say that it does not should be a shame for which you apologize in Brussels, but a dream which is realized – from school to parliament, from workshop to stage. A dream all day.
Let your children know that you don't gotta pin to anything to change the world. You don't gotta stick to asphalt to leave a trail.
You gotta love and work. Believe and build. Just as those whose names are present being pushed from textbooks by "modernity", "critical thinking" and a grant from the Batory Foundation.
Tell them that with this Poland – although so frequently mocked – can do large things. truly big. Not by shame, but by pride.
We can inactive win this fight for culture, for meaning, for narrative, but Holland will not do so with this unusual lady, receiving the German prize in Berlin, telling us that Russia chose Nawrocki Poles.
Fathers who tell their sons about Pilecki will. Mothers who will show their daughters love for their homeland not as ballast, but as an honor. Families that will cease to be silent erstwhile individual calls Poland a "dark garden". Families that say to their children, "don't be embarrassed to be a Pole, due to the fact that it's the most beautiful thing you can have in a metric." I'm asking you to.
I had parents like that. There was a book in my home about the Silent, about Pilecki, about the Cursed. There was a Toruń trial. There was a number of Polish Kings and an album with castles in Poland in specified a thick cover. There were pictures of Popieluszko and Fr Suchowolec. I was just asking and looking for more.
Mom, Dad! I'm sorry I underestimated you sometimes. Thank you very much for giving my life meaning. Thank you, due to the fact that so many people aren't here today.
Your son.
(LEMINGOPEDIA 3.0)
