Hell—Nothing Less—And Without End
November 3, 2015 12:12 AM Subscribe
“The uprising,” we told each other immediately, like everyone else in Warsaw.
"On August 1, 1944, Miron Białoszewski, later to gain renown as one of Poland’s most innovative poets, went out to run an errand for his mother and ran into history." Białoszewski's Memoir of the Warsaw Uprising remains one of the most vivid and striking records of the fate of civilians in the doomed city, and a long excerpt from it was made available on the eve of the publication of its new edition, revised and updated with previously omitted material.
"On August 1, 1944, Miron Białoszewski, later to gain renown as one of Poland’s most innovative poets, went out to run an errand for his mother and ran into history." Białoszewski's Memoir of the Warsaw Uprising remains one of the most vivid and striking records of the fate of civilians in the doomed city, and a long excerpt from it was made available on the eve of the publication of its new edition, revised and updated with previously omitted material.
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They bring in the corpses. A whole school bombed. Number 100-something Leszno, 111 or 113. Where once I went to see a Christmas pageant. Long before the war, of course. During one of the acts the curtains in the left corner of the stage were torn. The wings were suddenly exposed. It was a catastrophe, because a crowd of angels, kings, and others were awaiting their turn there. With a squeal they rushed into a corner, huddled together, formed a triangle. The angels huddled together, pressed close to one another, covered their faces with their hands, and squealed. How painful it was for me now in this courtyard.
posted by stupidsexyFlanders at 7:48 AM on November 3, 2015 [3 favorites]
They bring in the corpses. A whole school bombed. Number 100-something Leszno, 111 or 113. Where once I went to see a Christmas pageant. Long before the war, of course. During one of the acts the curtains in the left corner of the stage were torn. The wings were suddenly exposed. It was a catastrophe, because a crowd of angels, kings, and others were awaiting their turn there. With a squeal they rushed into a corner, huddled together, formed a triangle. The angels huddled together, pressed close to one another, covered their faces with their hands, and squealed. How painful it was for me now in this courtyard.
posted by stupidsexyFlanders at 7:48 AM on November 3, 2015 [3 favorites]
A difficult read, but a necessary one.
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