AFTER THE EARTHQUAKE

by Artur Mdzyrzecki
Fragments from a notebook.
<$> No notes, no clippings, no folders filled with manuscripts. All of that has remained in Warsaw, Marszatkowska Street, in my room piled with books. Despair and relief. To be honest, I was not capable of read- ing those pages, so densely covered with writing, that no longer interest me-and for a reason. Once again the earth had trembled under our feet, and once again one had to start from scratch.
<S> My arm i...