[quote author=admin board=riddles thread=107 post=8846 time=1231196512 Yes, bingo! I meant PiS, Prawo i Sprawiedliwość party led by brother Kaczyński brother. (I specially wrote brother twice as they are twins. [/quote]
I know this bcoz they are my favourite politics. I like PiS and my first vote when it was in 2005 I put on PiS director, Mr Kaczynski. He is my favorite politics as his brother too.
[quote author=admin board=riddles thread=107 post=8846 time=1231196512 Yes, bingo! I meant PiS, Prawo i Sprawiedliwość party led by brother Kaczyński brother. (I specially wrote brother twice as they are twins.
I know this bcoz they are my favourite politics. I like PiS and my first vote when it was in 2005 I put on PiS director, Mr Kaczynski. He is my favorite politics as his brother too. [/quote]
Tomek, I am one of those who had really hard time choosing PO or PIS in the elections you mentioned. They both come from the same tradition of "Solidarność" and they don't differ very much. I chose PO since I though Poland first of all needs modern economy. But I hoped for PO and PiS alliance, since Poland needed revival of patiotism as well, and that is was PiS has done in great way. It is very bad for Poland such alliance was not formed and personal quarells dominate the relations of Donald Tusk and Jarosław Kaczyński. I hope it will change when PiS has a new leader, hopefully very soon, and so has PO when Donald Tusk is elected a new president. I still think PO and PiS are like brothers who unfortunately got involved in a feud.
Everything we think is but a trifle, Everything we do is but a trifle1. In this world there's no dependable thing, In vain man cares here about anything. Esteem, beauty, power, money, greatness, All this will pass away like the field grass2. We and our arrangements will be laughed at, And, treated like puppets, tossed in a sack3.
Translated by Michael J. Mikoś
Notes 1 "All is vanity" (Ecclesiastes 1, 2). 2 "All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field" (Isaiah 40, 6). 3 Cf. "(...) they are to play their play, win heaven's favor for it, and so live out their lives as what they really are - puppets in the main, though with some touch of reality about them, too" (Plato, Laws, 804 B, The Collected Dialogues of Plato, ed. by Edith Hamilton and Huntington Cairns, New York, Pantheon Books, 1961, 1375).
The Great Improvisation (Part Three, Scene Two)
. . . Listen to me, God, and you, Nature! Here is music that is worthy of you, songs that are worthy of you. I am master! Master, I stretch out my hands! I stretch them to the sky, I place my fingers on the stars. They are my musical glasses, my armonica. Now swiftly, now slowly My spirit turns the stars. Millions on millions of tones resound, It is I who called them forth, I know them all; I combine them, I separate them, I reunite them, I weave them into rainbows, into chords, into strophes, I scatter them in sounds and in ribbons of fire.
I raised my hands, I held them high above the ridge of the world, And the wheels of the armonica suddenly ceased to whirl. I sing alone, I hear my songs Long lingering like the breath of the wind, They blow through all mankind, They moan like pain, They roar like the storm. Tonelessly, the centuries accompany them; each sound resounds and burns, Is in my ear, is in my eye, As when the wind blows over the waves, In its whistlings I hear its flight And see it in its coat of cloud.
These songs are worthy of God, of Nature! This is a mighty song, a creator-song. This song is force and power, This song is immortality! I feel immortality, I create immortality, And you, God, what more could you do? See how I draw my thoughts out of myself, I incarnate them, They scatter across the skies, They whirl, they sing, they shine, Already far away, I feel them still, Still feel their charm, I feel their roundness in my hand, I sense their movements in my mind: I love you, my poetic children! My thoughts! My stars! My feelings! My storms! Among you I am like a father in the midst of his family, All of you are mine .
. . . Not from Eden's tree have I drawn this power- From the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil- Not from books or tales that are told, Not from the solution of problems, Or the practice of magic. Creator I was born: I have drawn my powers from the source From which you drew yours: You did not search for your powers - you have them; You do not fear to lose them and neither do I! Was it you who gave me, Or did I, like you, have to seize it, This piercing and powerful eye: When I raise my eyes toward the track of the clouds, And hear the birds flying south on almost invisible wings, Suddenly, only by willing, I hold them as in a net with my eyes; The flock gives a cry of distress, but, till I release them, Your winds cannot move them. If I gaze at a comet with all the strength of my soul, It cannot stir from the spot while my eyes are upon it Translated by Louise Varese
This 3 people that are on posters in school are Jan Kochanowski, a great poet from 1500s, the next is one more great poet Adam Mickiewicz, composed romantic poetry in 1800s, and in the end is Fryderyk Szopen, the piano musician, best in Poland, who made wonderful melodies, Polonez songs and so on. This faces are in all schools in Poland, special in Polish classrooms, of corse.