Tusk Demagog and Polish...

Poland as a given subject... It would seem: just sit down and write. And here the emptiness, only somewhere in the distance pass the Hussars and the wounded, the insurgents and marshals, the chaotic Fields and Jasna Góra, historical missions, Polish months, victories and defeats. Victory? How can we free ourselves from these stereotypes, which accompany us almost from birth, reinforced by literature, history, universal resentations? What will stay of Polishness erstwhile we subtract from it all this lofty-ponuro-funny theatre of unfulfilled dreams and unwarranted delusions?

"Polsity is an abnormality – specified association imposes on me with painful persistence whenever I contact this unwanted subject. Polishness is constantly triggering my reaction to rebellion: history, geography, bad luck of history, and God knows what else they put on my shoulders a burden that I do not have a peculiar desire to carry, and I can not throw off (I do not want to?), burned a mark and made them proudly celebrate. So I become abnormal, filled to the borders of Poland, and where others say man, I say Pole; where others say culture, civilization and money, I shout God, Honor and Homeland (all necessarily capital letters); erstwhile others build, love and die, we fight, we emergence and die. And only in the short moments of the break do we consider our national ethos a small more critical, read Brzozowski and Gombrowicz, become normal.

There is simply a tragic spread in Polishness – between imagination and fulfillment, plan and implementation. It is the ethos of the unlucky, the ethos of the losers, and at the same time unconcerned with its loss. Freedom in it is the highest value — [----] [Law of 31 VII 1981. About the inspection of publications and performances, Art. 2 pt. 6 (Journal of Laws No. 20 item 99, as amended by: 1983 Dz. U. No. 44 po, z. 204)] is taken to large actions with mediocre results. In fact, Poland itself is not an adequate projection of our collective complexes to the grim reality. More beautiful than Poland, it is an escape from Poland on the ground, a particular, lost, dirty and poor. And that's why he makes us so stupid, blind, leads us into the land of myth. Sam is simply a myth.

Yes, Polishness is associated with loss, with bad luck, with storms. And it's hard not to. “What is our life? – Andrzej Bobkowski wrote in Sketches with a feather (how many good remarks about Polishness!). – Wrapping short pieces of thread onto a part of cardboard without being able to tie them together. Where do I look for my grandfather's birth certificate? Where to find the trace of your great-grandmother? To what do you attach a backward thought? For nothing – for stories, almost to the legends of this country, which has rented itself a passerby area in Europe and for 10 centuries tries to arrange in it all the comforts and illusions of a area with a separate entrance, exhausting all its energy in quarrels and fighting with passing. How can you think of the device of this area with good furniture, bibelots, napkins, erstwhile they muddy the floor, smash and smash objects? This is not life – this is the continuous temporary life of a butterfly and therefore, as our character, there are possibly so many features resembling this insect. How are we expected to be ants?..”

When I compose these loose remarks, I feel at all minute that something is missing, that with large difficulty I make even trivial thoughts. reflection is distorted by mood, emotion, and these are besides variable. due to the fact that although Polishness evokes associations drawn by history, it is besides a happening, it is simply a uncertain look to the future. And I conflict between bitterness and emotion, pride and embarrassment. Then I think – so in Polish, pathetically – that Polishness, regardless of its burdensome heritage and tragic associations, remains our common conscious choice.”