“I’m making notes from Lacan, I turn the page
in my notebook and come upon the sprawled foetus
of a poem…”
The beginning of the first of two poems by Tadeusz Dąbrowski translated from the Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones in B O D Y.
And that, after some Polish fiction by Agnieszka Taborska in last weekend’s Saturday European Fiction. So what form of Polishness might be coming next? A Polish essay, you suspect. Well, yes … correct. It’s coming. Be patient.
Photo – Tadeusz Dąbrowski