Wozzeck and Tomas -- Alex Ross eat Your Heart Out

The new polish documentary, a combination of a czech-polish love story mixed with deathly, stupid, polish overtones.


I don't know what he does on his days off. his nights off, because he's a polish immigrant who works seven days a week.



December 17th, I saw him outside, waiting to go to work, he was standing, waiting, as I walked towards him from McGolrick Park. He saw me. He crossed his leg. I had headphones on, but saw him mouth the words, "Hi Marie", and I kept walking.


He has a coolness about him. A kind of fuck-off-ness.

It's March now; he called me on St. Patrick's Day and I saved his number again. April. Sent him a text message, and then he called. We met in the park, walked through the park. He didn't want to talk about himself. He told me a story about hedgehogs. They are called "yesh" (jeze, j =y, z = sh) in polish. He told me he painted pictures of Jesus in Poland for tourists to buy. He was 25 then. He is quiet. It could be that he doesn't want to, or can't, speak English.


Passed by on McGuinness, today. Said hello, was wearing headphones again. I wonder if seeing him is just chance. I wish I did not care about it. But what else warrants meaning, or importance. Events. A bird shit on me today. I saw Voytek. Kundera wrote about two events happening, and when combined they create a new meaning. Or how the events are described: the order, the context, and the wording of each event, this is how the meaning is formed. I like Kundera's writing because he is so concerned with meaning.



I saw him today, Dec. 31st.


Tomas, Jan. 2

Litost. He told me that litost means mercy.
For Voyłec, it's the compassion, (or is it the litost?)
wspolczucie
litosc


I saw him a couple days ago -- The days and nights are all blending into one long day and night -- one extended day night to the day to the night and to the day.

Voytek is a dark wave.


I like Tomas, too; but in a different way. He seems more playful, almost childlike. Voyłec is serious, sad, and contemplative.


They are twins. It is hard to imagine. Firstly, they do not look alike. It is like opposites. Or like twins separated in the womb, different beings completely.





I saw a polish movie yesterday called Mniejsze zlo, the Lesser Evil. May 2, 2010. The director was there. It was at the Anthology Film Archives on 2nd Ave.


epilogue: I went to see Ligeti's opera 'La Grande Macabre'. It wasn't terrible. The opera was full of hand puppets and charged operatics; the grand scheme being nothing except to live, live, live, to take advantage of one's time on earth. The music full of sustained strings, basses, high harmonics in the violins. I thought of Voytek today maybe, yesterday, in passing. Perhaps it was nothing, or is nothing. It is nothing, to think.