The sky creaks with the plumes of unread poets. — Anna Kamienska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook.” Poetry (June 1st, 2010)
I don’t believe in the next world. The world is one. One reality. Death isn’t a gateway to the next world, maybe just the opening of blind eyes. – Anna Kamienska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry, Mar2011, Vol. 197 Issue 6, p503.
Not only my house, the whole world is such a densely-packed trash heap of things and cultures. How to escape? Into death? But death has its own macabre and cowardly aesthetic—it threatens us with flowers and a tasteful tombstone. The dangerous passion for absolute purity. To evaporate with the atom. Wake up! — Anna Kamienska,… Continue reading Anna Kamienska
I pray in words. I pray in poems. I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation. I pray through snow that falls outside the window. I pray with the tears that do not end. — Anna Kamieńska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook,” Poetry (June, 2010)
Poems crystallize from the substance of time. A cluster of moments, like bees dangling from the hive’s mouth. — Anna Kamienska, from “ndustrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry (March 1st, 2011)
To treat every day as a word spoken to us. And yourself – as an answer to the word. – Anna Kamieńska, from “The Notebook: 1965-1972″, Astonishments. (Paraclete Press (MA); First Edition edition July 1, 2007)
He’s freed from his loneliness by the word. Isn’t that the point of poetry? Breaking through the walls of solitude. Poetry is the great S.O.S. of loneliness. — Anna Kamieńska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry; Mar2011, Vol. 197 Issue 6, p503