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This text was published, in
extended version, in a monthly "Wici. Info" in
July 2006 (nr 10).
I was cutting
burlap sacks the whole day, beautiful June day. In
the shade of silently whispering ash tree. In the
ceaseless bird chirping.
One hundred and two sacks. When I cut them in half I will have two hundred four sheets one meter long each. On one hundred nineteen sheets I will paint a letter – a white letter on one side and a black letter on the other side of the sheet. In seventy five sheets letters will be cut – I will cut one letter in one burlap sheet. There will be ten sheets left. That's good. It may happen I make a mistake. All sheets will be hung on the roof truss in an abandoned post-industrial space. Seven rows of seventeen sheets with letters painted on them and in the aisles six rows of sheets with letters cut in them – the sheets with cut letters will be placed at right angle to the sheets with painted letters. All sheets will hang right above a head. (The counting refers to the Polish language only.) A cloud of letters above your head.
To read the sentence
composed of the white letters you will have to
walk along the first row from the left to the
right and then along the second row from the right
to the left and so on up to end of the seventh
row.
JAKA SZKODA ŻE CHMURY NIE SĄ Z MLEKA A KROPLE DESZCZU ZIARNAMI KAKAO - WTEDY BŁOTO BYŁOBY ZAPEWNE CZEKOLADĄ LUB DESEREM LODOWYM Z OWOCAMI NIEBA WHAT A PITY CLOUDS ARE NOT MADE OF MILK AND RAIN DROPS ARE NOT COCOA GRAINS – THEN MUD WOULD BE CHOCOLATE OR ICE CREAM DESSERT WITH FRUITS OF THE SKY The black J will be on the
other side of the last sheet with the white A. Again you
will have to walk along the rows from left to the
right and from the right to the left or make a
boustrophedonic walk.
JAK TO DOBRZE ŻE CHMURY NIE SĄ Z MLEKA A KROPLE DESZCZU ZIARNAMI KAKAO - WTEDY BŁOTO NIE UDAJE CZEKOLADY A Z NIEBA SYPIE SIĘ NA GŁOWĘ SZKLISTY GRAD HOW GOOD CLOUDS ARE NOT MADE OF MILK AND RAIN DROPS ARE NOT COCOA GRAINS – THEN MUD DOES NOT IMITATE CHOCOLATE AND FROM THE SKY GLAZED HAIL FALLS ON YOUR HEAD While the cut letters in the rows
in the aisles will be alternately composed in two
words:
Z A C H M U R Z E N
I E
CLOUDY P R Z E J A Ś N I E N I E SUNNY It's very complex. Yes. There are
things even more complex. Yes. However there
are things less complex.
The way of the burlap sacks was also very complex. At first they were brought here from the Ivory Coast and were full of cocoa grain. I don't know what happened then. In the end they came to me and were full of sawdust briquettes. Four tons. I'm not that crazy to heat my house with cocoa grain. While I'd like very much to heat myself with cocoa. I like hot cocoa very much. These sacks are different than the ones I had before. Those were burlap too, but were woven more tightly. Most probably they came from India. With no doubt were used for transporting tea. Of course this does not mean I bought several tons of tea for winter. I like tea very much and very often I warm up and cool down my body and mind with tea. Especially with green tea. First of all with green tea. I like green tea very much. I don't remember what happened to those sacks. Probably they got wet and decayed. I rescued some of them. I dyed them very dark green and deep red and I use them for bookbinding. Such covers are very nice but not easy to be made. Burlap is thick and doesn't glue well. The new burlap is woven not tightly enough and can't be used for bookbinding. But it can be used for a flying poem. It is cocoa colour. Such thoughts had been swarming in
my head for some days. Then, for some other days I
was painting letters and hanging them. The flying
poem is ready now. But it does not fly. Sometimes
sparrows fly through it like through a cloud.
Sometimes people visit it. They seem a bit less
astray than birds. Maybe a bit more surprised that
it's so easy to walk having the head in the cocoa
cloud.
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