About

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I believe nothing happens twice. I take photos and write poems to remember.  Images and words seem more trustworthy than memory. I owe my philosophy to a Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska who thought a lot about the non repetitive nature of life.

Mundane me lives in Aspen, Colorado. I have two children, two dogs and two birds. I grew up in Poland. In 1997 I moved to United States. I learned English by watching Spike Lee movies.

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Nothing Twice
From Poems New and Collected: 1957-1997 by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012)

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice. 

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you’re the planet’s biggest dunce,
you can’t repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once. 

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with precisely the same kisses. 

One day, perhaps some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent. 

The next day, though you’re here with me,
I can’t help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock? 

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It’s in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow. 

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we’re different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.