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Ania Walwicz

from ‘ELEGANT’

from ‘ELEGANT’

from ‘ELEGANT’

she is sitting down sitting down little legs come round i lift
them ten the my legs come round oh she was a nasty girl just
they were giggling talking about me then i can hardly screw a
courage things get so still I was all listen to a silence the
dishes are crashing in stacking in a little theatre stacking the
dishes wrecking one on top of another there’s dirty washing
i’ll just roll a broom to clean up my head the will you get up
off the floor she wanted to be so l’élégant but now she wears a
dressing gown some one to identify then who is speaking
there’s a voice in my head saying that the fever of my darling
is so discreet so secret then the fever of my beloved is so
silent and secret like a little fire i will light a match and it
burns they light a fire in my head a dressing gown then to lay
down but i won’t then little feet come i will wear sock a sock
they keep my feet warm then too arm it’s a cold night in a
hot night how do you feel little arms a come too the arms
sticking out they then the fingers all five then all stretched
out the hand sitting the fingers are walking they they are
going to a dance then they just go and dance the two hands
are dancing the fingers are walking i will do a march no not a
march but a dance with two hands that are pairs look at then
them dance then they must be in love i saw that in a film he
dancing she is sitting down i will have a spotlight a night light
in my head then just a harsh light on me just to save
electricity talking all alone the what do you hear little voices
come on a tape saying my name then i will tap a floor they
did taps then i will stand up and tap with my foot for taps i
will tap a floor then she said please forgive me please forgive
me but why should i i was just feeling a poor little
misunderstood genius oh nobody knows this oh [ . . . ]
Ania Walwicz

Ania Walwicz

(Polen, 1951)

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from ‘ELEGANT’

she is sitting down sitting down little legs come round i lift
them ten the my legs come round oh she was a nasty girl just
they were giggling talking about me then i can hardly screw a
courage things get so still I was all listen to a silence the
dishes are crashing in stacking in a little theatre stacking the
dishes wrecking one on top of another there’s dirty washing
i’ll just roll a broom to clean up my head the will you get up
off the floor she wanted to be so l’élégant but now she wears a
dressing gown some one to identify then who is speaking
there’s a voice in my head saying that the fever of my darling
is so discreet so secret then the fever of my beloved is so
silent and secret like a little fire i will light a match and it
burns they light a fire in my head a dressing gown then to lay
down but i won’t then little feet come i will wear sock a sock
they keep my feet warm then too arm it’s a cold night in a
hot night how do you feel little arms a come too the arms
sticking out they then the fingers all five then all stretched
out the hand sitting the fingers are walking they they are
going to a dance then they just go and dance the two hands
are dancing the fingers are walking i will do a march no not a
march but a dance with two hands that are pairs look at then
them dance then they must be in love i saw that in a film he
dancing she is sitting down i will have a spotlight a night light
in my head then just a harsh light on me just to save
electricity talking all alone the what do you hear little voices
come on a tape saying my name then i will tap a floor they
did taps then i will stand up and tap with my foot for taps i
will tap a floor then she said please forgive me please forgive
me but why should i i was just feeling a poor little
misunderstood genius oh nobody knows this oh [ . . . ]

from ‘ELEGANT’

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