Short story about Janusz
Era il 2018 quando ho immaginato un tipo di avventura che potesse portare alcuni amici immaginari, non ancora incontrati, con storie che potessero finire in un'avventura editoriale semplice ed amichevole...
Questo desiderio si è poi materializzato sotto il nome di Broken poems, una specie di atto incompleto di creazione di qualcosa di personale, bello, necessario.
Una poesia sarà sempre dedicata a pochi, non ricercherà il successo...
Stavamo celebrando la nostra ottava DIY mentre pensavo a questa idea...
Questo che segue è uno dei risultati di questo sogno.
Un libro pieno d'amore, immaginato da Roberto durante un Workshop con Michael Ackerman grazie ad una moneta e seguito lungo gli anni che sono stati concessi prima della scomparsa di Janusz...
Short story about Janusz
"Janusz was my uncle. He lived together with his parents in a suburb of Wroclaw.He drank and smoked and sometimes he did paintings and sculptures. He was free, so much free that he got lost. This is my short story about him in the few visits I made between 1994 and 2016.
Janusz had a problem of addiction to alcohol (to name it sweet). His odd way of living attracted me in some ways. When he was not drunk he made beautiful paintings, small sculptures and wooden objects of great craft. Most of the time, he was used to walk around the house, swearing, talking and laughing alone, smoking one cigarette after another and drinking beer or wine or whatever. My grandmother, Helena, took care of him the best she could. She was his mother and it shouldn’t be easy to be stretched between the love for his son and the need to make something to heal him forcedly. At the end, the first prevailed and she has sacrificed her whole life around him.....
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