#Marek Grechuta

[theheylols]

we like to get a lil slower and cozyer this autumn with our latest sung poetry album. soooo many tracks more than 30 less than 50🏳️‍🌈 😊

[polish-art-tournament]

paintings* round 1 poll 87

My wife Dana by Marek Grechuta, 1970s:

propaganda: I know it's not the best artwork of his, amongst paintings or otherwise, but I just thought that his dedication and adoration for his wife is so adorable:) Dana is such a treasure honestly, she took care of her husband while he was suffering from bipolar disorder and side effects from medication, and even though Marek died many years ago, she still keeps memory of him and shares it with the world to this day. Ah, and how many truly amazing songs were written by Grechuta which were dedicated to his wife to whom he remained faithful 'til the end of his life<3

about the artist: IMPORTANT ARE THE DAYS WHICH WE DON'T KNOW YET but seriously, who DOESN'T know who Marek Grechuta is :D He's one of the coolest Polish musicians and songwriters of the PRL era, but, as this painting shows, a man of many talents, too He actually was heavily influenced by Witkacy and Wyspiański when it comes to visual art, which is not surprising giving the fact he dedicated two songs to the art of the latter and the whole album, Szalona lokomotywa, to the poetry of the former. Either way, I'll be glad to reopen Marek to some people by submitting this piece (and some others hehe)

Self-portrait by Rahel Szalit-Marcus, 1926:

[no propaganda has been submitted]

[stay-alive-again]

Jak rozpoznać ludzi, których już nie znamy? Jak pozbierać myśli z tych nieposkładanych? Jak oddzielić nagle serce od rozumu? Jak usłyszeć siebie pośród śpiewu tłumu? Jak rozpoznać ludzi, których już nie znamy? Jak pozbierać myśli z tych nieposkładanych? Jak odnaleźć nagle radość i nadzieję? Odpowiedzi szukaj, czasu jest niewiele...

"Dni, których nie znamy" Marek Grechuta

[ineffablelvrs]

JAK ROZPOZNAC LUDZI !!!!!! KTÓRYCH JUZ NIE ZNAMY !!!! JAK POZBIERAĆ MYŚLI !!! Z TYCH NIEPOSKŁADANYCH !!!!!

[retrowaving1]

I've travelled to Zamość recently to celebrate my birthday and I couldn't help but allow myself to commit some innocent celebratory fangirling

[moccpan]

there are two wolves inside marek grechuta

[batri-jopa]

NIEPEWNOŚĆ by Adam Mickiewicz (1824-1829)

I found two translations, one sounding better and other more accurate:

IINDECISION by Adam Mickiewicz [source]

When I don't see you, I don't sigh nor cry,

I don’t lose my senses as you walk on by,

But if I don't see you, if you don't return,

Something in me's lacking, some desire burns,

And suffering strange longings, I wonder thereof:

Is it only friendship, or else is it love?

Whenever you vanish, I can’t ever seem

to recall your face, like a faded dream.

However, unwittingly, it seems I do find

That it is forever imprinted on my mind.

And so once again I wonder thereof:

Is it merely friendship, or else maybe love?

I've suffered oft-times, yet didn’t think at all

to trouble your home, come baring my soul;

Wandering without aim, never minding where,

Without any purpose I come to your stairs,

And entering your home I wonder thereof:

What was it led me here – friendship or else love?

For your very health, I'd give half my life,

To give you true peace, down to hell I'd fly;

Though my heart is not the possessive kind,

it would serve as home for your heart and mind.

And so, pray tell me, what am I sick of:

Is it only friendship, or was it always love?

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UNCERTAINTY by Adam Mickiewicz [source]

When my eyes can't see you, I don't sigh or cry,

When I see you am not going to die

However, when I haven't seen you for long,

I miss something and want someone to behold

And longing I can not make question off

Is this friendship? Or is this love?

I can not once when you go from sight

Bring back your image to my mind;

However, I feel despite my wish sometimes,

That I always call you to the remembrance.

And, again, I repeat the question above

Is this friendship? or is this love?

I suffered a lot but I did not intend

To come and tell you what was in my head;

Walking aimlessly, not minding the road,

I do not notice when I cross your threshold;

Enter and I can’t help myself from troting out

What has led me here? friendship or love?

For your health, I could lose my life,

Descend to hell to make you safe and sound;

Though in my heart there is not bold desire

To be your bedrock and hold you peace and queit

And again I ask myself the question above

Is this friendship? Or is this love?

[springsteens]

many downsides to being Polish but on the other hand we had Marek Grechuta 🎶

[kysevenkuroi]

MAREK GRECHUTA - Dni ktorych nie znamy

[wybuchmuzgu]

Kto z gwiazdozbioru Vega patrząc na Ziemię zgadnie/Kto pierwszy był człowiekiem, kto będzie nim ostatni

[stay-alive-again]

Tyle było dni, do utraty sił Do utraty tchu, tyle było chwil Gdy żałujesz tych, z których nie masz nic Jedno warto znać, jedno tylko wiedz Że ważne są tylko te dni, których jeszcze nie znamy Ważnych jest kilka tych chwil, tych, na które czekamy (...)

"Dni, których nie znamy" Marek Grechuta

[nikooso47]

jakby komuś sie nudziło to obczajcie <3

[hellouniversehowareyou]

i cannot find the post anywhere, but somebody mentioned this as the perfect cahir song and since i finished lady of the lake today i need to make people appreciate it

[retrowaving1]

YES!!

Tracklist:

Widzieć więcej • Kantata • Chodźmy • Świecie nasz • Nowy radosny dzień • Dni, których nie znamy • Ocalić od zapomnienia • Korowód • Niebieski młyn

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[eri-pl]

Námo, but it's that one song / poem that's one of the (many) reasons of my pink purple Feanturi agenda.