SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

"Nieważni" | Nowy wiersz, 26.11.2024.

Zastanawiałeś się kiedyś nad duszą?
Czy może zabić ją
bomba atomowa?

Czy wojna jest jedynym prawem w tych
rejonach świata?
A przekupstwo monetą?

Jedzenie po terminie spada z przecenionych półek
wprost w karmazynową gębę
kapitalizmu

Nie zjedzą go potrzebujący
zostanie przerobione na mielonkę
której komunizm nie potrafił dostarczyć

Sprzeda się ją ponownie na kebabowym targowisku, a
gdyby Hitler zobaczył teraz Berlin
strzeliłby sobie w łeb ponownie

Pierwiastek odejścia - kaftan dla teatru
pasy dla filozofa
kula dla poety

Jesteśmy niepotrzebni
będą starali się nas wyciąć
jesteśmy niewygodni
będą starali się nas uciszyć

Nieważne w jakim systemie
zawsze zabija się
Buddę.

Nieważne, kto chce być malarzem
zawsze zostanie
dyktatorem.

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

"Wiener Straße" | Nowy wiersz, 13.11.2024.

Pizzeria przy Wiener Straße, środek pięknej
jesieni, jak środek
literacki

pejoratywne określenie miłości jako czegoś
nieokreślonego, jak coś
niezbadanego jeszcze
przez chirurga

mózg płonie, Włoch podaje placek
z podwójnym Jalapeño

dzwonię do swojej -ex, -ex moich marzeń, który
to telefon przypomina mi podłość moich
marzeń, jak podłość
najtańszego
piwa

tutaj jednak serwują wyborne, pizza też nie za
droga, droga nieprzebyta, stąd, on niej, do
berlińskiej wieczności
jak śpiewał Cave w jakimś czarno-białym
filmie

tu jednak nie ma aniołów - jest Włoch,
jego placek, i piwo
zaraz będę ucztował - stać mnie teraz na to - choć jeszcze
miesiąc temu głodowałem na studenckich
przecenach

mam 23 lata - myślę, skąd znajdę siłę, na kolejne
23 - to było
wtedy, a teraz
mam 39, i w sumie pisząc te słowa niewiele żałuję, no, może
tylko tego
że placek nie był
dość
ostry.

Monday, November 11, 2024

"Echnaton" | Nowy wiersz, 11.11.2024.

Wynaleziono piwo z bananów
żeby trzymać się w ryzach
lecz ono przepiło słońce

Zbudowano piramidy z piaskowca
na żyznym brzegu
lecz piaskowiec wrócił do piasku

Nim to się jednak stało, ktoś
przewartościował bogów
i ogłosił się dzieckiem Słońca

Najgorętsza z planet
obracała się pod nim
jak żarówka w krzywym zwierciadle

Słoneczna lampa na czole, przytrzymywana
przez dwie małpy i bęben
trawiła soki faraonów

Pora uśmiercić kolejnego
westchnęło dziecko Słońca
i sru, uderzyło głową w gong poranka

Ktoś podał Afgański towar
a w moim mieszkaniu skończyła się woda

Wynaleziono piwo z recyklingu
żeby trzymać mnie w ryzach
jednak znów czytam książki o Egipcie
i wcale nie marzę o
śmierci.

Monday, October 28, 2024

"Dylanowskie Wino" | Nowy wiersz, 28.10.2024.

Cienka żółta linia
między głupotą a marazmem
została przekroczona
przez szaleńca
który pomylił ją z żółtym chodnikiem
i tanecznym krokiem
zagrał Dylana

łatwo grać Dylana, pomyślałem
trudniej nim być
ale po co?
można być sobą tak jak on nigdy nie był
i szukać chodników
po ciemnej stronie tęczy

zebraliśmy się tutaj aby...

Lawrence Ferlinghetti wiecznie żywy
ktoś beka w City Lights
i potyka się o kabel

dwóch gitarzystów wcześniej
mieliśmy tu niezłą jatkę

jeden szukał kogoś na piano, drugi na forte
obaj poszukiwani byli kobietami
ale tylko w nocy
za dnia zamieniali się w wilki
i tańczyli z innymi poetami

wczoraj postanowiliśmy cię zwolnić...

wszelkie obowiązki odeszły
na kulawy koślawy plan
dalszy rozwój sytuacji
wklepał mi tylko wąsy w twarz

przecież nie ma sensu być poetą
w świecie biznesmenów
spijających dylanowskie wino.

Friday, October 18, 2024

"Wyniesienie Giganta" (Nowy wiersz, 18.10.2024).

Jego ciało w majonezie wysp
dusza sam wie gdzie

dziecko - ziarnko piasku
starzec - wieczność
czy też było to odwrotnie?
a kogo to obchodzi?

ciułacz w kąpieli łapie drugie pranie
wzywa pokojówkę
dziś szybki numer
z paragonem za płaszcz

kolega powiedział, że woli być nikim
dość ma walki z administracją
czym jest administracja?
mlekiem? kawą? strzelcem?
kto pilnuje ofert?

dlaczego wczorajszy strzelec
wzywa pokojówkę
dziś szybki numer
z estetyką Jezusa pod krzyżem
Maria na nim
z majonezem

niczym prosty atrament nieba
lub dwadzieścia dawek kwasu

o mój boże, znów te same buty!
dzieci bawią się po prostu
w wyniesienie giganta.

Thursday, October 3, 2024

10 Favorite Songs as selected by A.J. Kaufmann sometime in 2015, after the release of "Stoned Gypsy Wanderer".

Bulat Okudzhava - Pesenka Ob Arbate

I could swear I still got flashes from a period I was too young to remember, when I was about 2-3y/o and my mother was spinning her Bulat Okudzhava LPs on an old Polish turntable. Maybe I remember this right, as I still got those records. „Pesenka Ob Arbate” tells the tale of Arbat, which is a street in Moscow, where artists and academics used to live. Perhaps this song's subconscious influence on a Polish child shaped my entire viewpoint on life and music, the melancholy and simplicity, the truth and the humility I pursue. In the songs I write and record I go for a raw, primitive feeling, close to art brut and poetry, which is exactly what you can hear in Bulat's recordings, and this one, his most famous song perhaps, is also one of the most haunting. The human story, human voice, reality and the instrument is what really matters here, the small orchestra of hope.

Woody Guthrie – Struggle Blues

When I got interested in American folk music, I discovered Bob Dylan first. And Woody Guthrie thanks to Dylan's debut album. The first Woody Guthrie LP I bought was „Struggle”. When I dropped the needle on the record and heard this tune first I was immediately transported to America in the 1940s, the beautiful harmonica, the rhythm, and freedom of country roads and endless skies, small train stations, but also the struggle of working men, blood and the history – including the story I've read in the booklet, and everything about America then was captured forever on a piece of vinyl without singing a single word. And this was merely an introduction to the album. Imagine my amazement and growing respect for Mr. Guthrie when I got to know more of his music. No wonder not only Dylan, but also Donovan tried their best to copy him when they were starting their careers.

Hank Williams – Alone and Forsaken

Another true, honest song, with no gimmicks. I've got a sentiment for it mostly because, for me, it is the sonic equivalent of life in a Polish high-rise block, where I was raised, and a window into harsh reality I later learned from my own life, mistakes and relationships. Hank Williams doesn't have to do anything here, he simply has to be himself in front of a microphone with his guitar, and that's it. Despair, desperation, disappointment – it's all here. Nothing distracting the mood, the story Hank tells us, no other instruments, no orchestras, yet the tune tells more with one word than another orchestrated song about breaking up. If anybody would ask me to distill country music, it would all come down to this name: Hank Williams. The songs, the lifestyle, the story, it's all magical, but if you look closer, it's simply life, and nothing more. And life can indeed be magical in the right hands. Hank made his life a journey worth living for, and in that he taught me a lesson.

The Velvet Underground – European Son

I'm pretty sure this track is legendary to many sound artists/musicians, as is the album from which it's taken. For me, it's the first rock'n'roll I've consciously heard, and a perfect combination of cheeky, punk lyrics, art gallery sound, and maltreated decadent lead guitar that wouldn't sound out of place on a forward-thinking jazz album, or a no-wave album from the 80s. And to think the Velvets cut the Norman Dolph version of this back in 1966, makes me wonder about endless possibilities of sung or written words and electric guitars we have now, in the 21st century, thanks to people like Lou Reed. I was listening to this song and album while studying Polish philology, and writing my first lyrics which weren't love songs. „European Son” changed my life and approach to art, for better or worse, but I'm thankful it did. I dropped out of one university and went to another.

David Bowie – Moonage Daydream

Another classic. I first came upon Mr. Bowie's music when I started studying English philology, and realized I missed something big when I've heard „Space Oddity” on the radio. Reading the Rolling Stone interview with Burroughs and Bowie, knowing Burroughs' prose before, made me think very highly of Mr. Bowie. The instrumental section always reminds me of „Cabaret”, and the whole movie passes by before my eyes like an abstract painting, along with every note. The chorus has an enormously beautiful melody, and the lyrics are killer. Mr. Ronson's solo is particularly emotional and very strong, not to mention perfectly executed. Perfect arrangement too. Personally, I can't think of a bad Bowie song, but „Moonage Daydream” is the only one I can loop on my CD player and listen to it all day. And night. And another day. I was humming „Moonage Daydream” during my first professional photo shoot and I am a huge David Bowie fan.

Gil Scott-Heron – Lady Day and John Coltrane

I love both Lady Day and John Coltrane. And I love Gil Scott-Heron. His lyrics are genuine poetry, and this particular song is very soothing, makes you feel you're enjoying a warm sunny day, even in the middle of the coldest winter. It has a great flow, lyrics, emotional vocals delivering a delicate melody of hope and joy, and a bassline I'd love to hear on a „krautrock” record, in a different context, maybe I'm thinking Frankie Dymon Jr.? Gil indeed „washes your troubles away” with his melody, and comforts the ones living, or rather existing, beyond the „plastic people”s rat race. I first came upon his work thanks to a friend, a Protestant pastor, who recommended his debut album, and a book of his, „The Vulture”. His imagery, subject matter and delivery transcend obsolete concepts like race, nationality, or social status and reach deep into the most important subject we have – our humanity.

Hawkwind – Master of the Universe

The first track that got me hooked on space rock, and, for me, the definition of space music up to this day. My favorite version is one found on the „Space Ritual” double LP, although the studio creation from „In Search of Space” has the perfect sound and is the first one I've heard. Amazing Dave Brock riff, perfect Dave Anderson bassline, the phasing, and Nik Turner's vox - the main reason why I sometimes FX the vocals so much, and occasionally phase whole tracks. I also started playing bass inspired by this track. First listened to „Master” in Berlin, back in the winter of 2004. I was living in Zehlendorf at the time, reading lots of Joyce and modern Canadian poetry, found in my landlord's library, smoking and writing future songs and lyrics for Sauer Adler. My landlord was Mr. Johann Gottlob von Wrochem, so I had free piano concerts every morning. Of course, Hawkwind used to work with two of my favorite sci-fi/fantasy writers, Michael Moorcock and Robert Calvert.

Zager & Evans – In the Year 2525

Since I first watched Planet of the Apes in 1998 or 1999, I fell in love with early 60s/70s dystopian/sci-fi cinema, my favorite movies being Time Machine, Logan's Run, Fahrenheit 451, Soylent Green, The Omega Man... which are classics really, and lots of more obscure sci-fi flicks. And then this song comes creeping into my life. I've heard it first thanks to my then-girlfriend who used to come up with bizarre songs for me to include in live repertoire. It might be a funny folksy ditty from the perspective of 2014, but the message is powerful, if a bit naive, and the melancholy present in this recording often makes me think, seriously or lightly, of the direction and fate we are headed for as mankind. Hippie fables, really, but I always liked them too. Sonically this makes me think of a band of psychedelic mariachis conquering the limits of outer space on a flying saucer hanging from a, not really invisible, string.

Sonic Youth – She is Not Alone

With this song, I realized I don't have to make music like everybody else. I understood that your sound expresses your soul, and that you can make your own music completely on your own, and create your own scene outside of the „business”. There are many DIY home-recording artists out there, with whom you can feel, or not, a connection, or work with. After all, we are all really traveling waves on one endless tape called Earth, and we continuously record/erase our improvised parts, songs, loops, layers, add or remove tracks and cut-up the surface of our existence in a burroughsian fashion. The guitars on this track had a similar effect on me as the lead on VU's „European Son”. I am thankful for this alteration of perception, and even if I never really became a fan of Sonic Youth, this song, and the „NYC Ghosts & Flowers” album will always be close to my heart.

MC5 – Rocket Reducer No. 62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa)

Rob Tyner's opening line alone is worth putting in a museum of modern art, were it not for the fact that MC5 music is way too good to end up in any museum. I remember this one from crazy, and dangerous, parties in Neukölln,Berlin, where it was often played from the original LP along the likes of Magma, Hawkwind, Bang, Blue Cheer and many other classic bands from the psychedelic era. It's funny how close a poet and folk musician can get to good rock'n'roll when it comes to his lifestyle. So yes, „Rocket Reducer” is party music for me, but the raw aesthetic and power that MC5 present here and on their LP full blast is much more than just rock'n'roll entertainment. This here is the thinking woman's/man's entertainment, a bold artistic statement and kick ass music in one mighty package, that fuels both intellectual and sexual needs of any wild rock'n'roller.

Sunday, September 22, 2024

"Biblia Ludzkości" | Nowy wiersz, 22.09.2024.

Biblia ludzkości:
odpływamy parostatkiem
karmimy feniksa
futurystyczne parki eksplodują
kto czyta te bzdury
zawieszone w kisielu

Kto sprowadził deszcz
na ogród wschodu

Droga na zachód zdaje się niedostępna
płynie tam statek
bieży tam pociąg i koń

W zachodzące słońce, gdzie nie ma szansy
na ego
przemawiam do siebie
czyimś głosem, kontrola urodzeń
sięga nadiru

Kto poprowadzi ekspedycję do nowej Europy
Afrykańskie mosty
dawno powinny zwodować
świt

Były takie plany, epoki lat temu
aby zrobić coś z podziałem
jednak wciąż wolimy odwieczne walki kontrastów
które zlewają się w poranne wino
pite z ust Agaty

A, w sumie, jak ty masz na imię
może po prostu biblia ludzkości
gdzie znów pomyliłem
kobietę
z bogiem

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

"Terrapark London" | New Poem, 4.09.2024.

I feel utopia in my pupils
stretching the word
up my neck
sweat from yesterday's parties
down my throat
this whole thing is floating
on immense skies
anchors of the cloud
alcohol from the Queen

drink up the cup
cup up the
void
tie the lace of your chin
wreck
lips
on TV channels
rendered obsolete

endless carlights, smashing like synthesized birds
the forest
of forget
dive
gladly into the bottom line
of every British
joke

I am boat
uprising the Brixton sunset
dividing the oar

she is life
terrapark London

Sunday, August 25, 2024

"Caravana" | New Poem, 25.08.2024.

Thought like pale ice
sun
flower
cracking through the rainbow sky
arch of joy
modern classical music
om straws of light
on grass blades of country homes
caravana
to expert

Thrust of life
exhales the gutter shadows
people crawl through peanut sidewalks
raise psychedelic eyes
pyramid in forehead
straws of light
in hand

Caravana
to death
but in it, rebirth
of something stronger
than mere existence
eating ice cream and fucking around
the fridge
morning pale
arch of rememberance
modern classical music

Friday, August 16, 2024

"Mosaic of Music" (New poem, 16.08.2024).

Mosaic of music in debt to the moon
thin thick tick
dinner
goddesses of the cemetery
where we drink cheap wine
waiting for the daybreak
still
I play guitar
my partner reads a Bukowski book
were it not for his life it'd be boring
writers vs. consumers
I stop playing guitar
draw mandalas in snow
listen to the machinery of sky
this is a perfect morning
with some American friends and children
who play smiling
teach me how not to become
but be
free in the mosaic of music.