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Jerrysfaces
October 22, 2008   
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by Jarosław Mikołaj Skoczeń

Today I've met many of my faces
going across my town
first one waited at the bus stop
nested in girl's legs
my second face was a bum's hand
he had my wry face
and extended the hand towards
good insensible
fucking people
another one I met was a beautiful one
I even thought it wasn't mine
but there it was
standing at my street
selling flowers
I used to see this old woman much often
but never with my face
then I found myself in a mannequin
in shop window
proudly presenting cloth
and I thought just once only
that it was also my face
but no it was an illusion
reflection in the mirror


Dark Corners of the Soul
In the 1970s, when I was still a high school student, I used to write a lot, but then life chose a different path for me. I returned to poetry five years ago and have since published three volumes of verse: I Stayed in My Holy City from Time to Time; Arsenic Cocktail: The Sale of Life and Death and I Climbed the Roof of Your Closed Eyelids. My fourth collection of poems, Black Colorful Horses, will come out in early November. My poems have been translated into English and French, and the three first volumes are available from most Polish bookstores, including the Empik chain and online bookstores.

I have chosen the piece to be published by The Warsaw Voice quite deliberately because I think it captures the atmosphere of my poems-love, pain and suffering is what my poetry overflows with. I look for emotions, identify feelings, idealize things, and touch the dark corners of my soul.

Jarosław Mikołaj Skoczeń
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