Krakow Art, the Polish Boonies & Auschwitz
Poland’s been interesting for us for several reasons: seeing old friends (thanks much, Greg, from both of us for the good times); Armando’s first legal street chalk show; some fairly brilliant sunsets and the reality of seeing Auschwitz.
When we first arrived in Krakow, Armando wanted to see if he could get permission to do an original piece of art in a square. A few hours and many dead trees later he had the official documents.
The concept: to use a shadow of a statue to depict time throughout the day. He asked me to write something he could use and I came up with several options; he chose the poem.
It’s really cool he’s getting back in touch with that part of his artistry, and I thought it was pretty cool to be a part of it.
We had some great catch up (for me) and meet-and-greet (for Armando) with now local Krakowians. Is that a term-? It’s so nice to be able to see people we know- or meet the fresh- on our travels. We would like to clear up one small misunderstanding:
Our time in Krakow was quiet. It’s a beautiful, historic city, but we were surprised it was so sleepy for its size. I’m sure the nightlife is brilliant; that we didn’t see enough in our time; and personally, no, I won’t say it’s ‘boring.’
There’s nothing like catching the ire of a local* by random impressions of a new town. I know I’d be the same about Brno- very, very protective. So apologies gents and perhaps our paths can cross again. Grin.
The day we left Krakow we were up for some Mother Nature bonding so we found a seriously off the beaten track path to a lake and just mellowed. It was filled beautifully with swans, horny toads (man, can they get loud) and little songbirds. Very peaceful.
I’ve always had an idea of visiting Auschwitz but it was a new one for Armando. It was powerful for us both. I don’t think you can visit history like that without feeling something. We didn’t feel the depth of horror for the people that perpetrated such crimes; we felt loss. A very heavy loss.
I think everyone should visit a place like that at least once in their lives. It reminds us what we are all capable of.
The crematoriums were blown up in 1945 but the rubble still reminds. It makes you shake your head in confusion and slightly nauseous, simultaneously.
“So, let us be alert in a twofold sense: Since Auschwitz we know what man is capable of. And since Hiroshima we know what is at stake.” -Viktor E. Frankl
On a different traveling note, we’re going to Wroclaw to visit the little people. We’ll keep you posted as always, M, A & Mork
Time Drops Until It Flies
Timing is everything, or so I was told.
Ageless, some graces missing,
But fully you.
And I fell.
Head first, feet all akimbo and skewed,
Fell off that balcony
Fell into limbo
Fell into you.
Without that timing,
That disarming chagrin
Of ‘Hello, I’m here- you don’t know where I’ve been-‘
I would’ve said no
Said my grace,
Saved much face,
You and your days
Now molding mine.
By my side, you were.
Losing everything, we were.
Our sad little blurb cost us everything and more
Yet in that most agonizing second
You held my head, my life in your arms
We cried together.
We cried apart.
Timing is everything.
Now we have minutes- an hour- a breathing life’s chance.
With you in my heart
And with me in your hands.