Dariusz Pacak
Dariusz Pacak is a poet & essayist, settled in Austria. He holds MFA Degree in Art (Poland 1998). Professional Studies (Austria 2000). Hon. Doctor Degree of Literature (USA 2011). Member of World Academy of Arts and Culture (USA), Union of Polish Writers Abroad (Great Britain), Maison Naaman pour la Culture (Lebanon), Association of the Romanian Writes in North America (Canada), World Nations Writers’ Union, (Kazakhstan), IG Autorinnen Autoren (Austria), etc. Authored books: Birds of Emanations (2001), In Shattered Course of Things (2003), The House of the Golden Fleece (2004), The Seasons (2006), literary sheet: Bulletin of Library &Culture Information dedicated to Dariusz Pacak (2011), Homo Viator (2018, 2021). Worldwide awarded, published in 14 languages. Author of the over 380 worldwide publications in literary magazines, anthologies and on web. He deals with the axioms of tradition, religion, socio-political systems, the diversity of the norms of human existence and in creations of realities, and beyond of the human dimensions, the transgression towards mysticism.
Authenticity
Write in such a way, as to be beyond words.
In Silence you will find the Ultimate Truth. There only you can feed your hunger.
With the leftover money buy an armful of hyacinths or roses. Entertain your heart. Therefore, write without a pen at first. The silence within The Silence!
Sound of sounds! Listen … Only there you will find the Pulse of Being.
Your eyes will become bloodshot… Then you’ll feel pain…
You’ll be overwhelmed by a hot sweat…You’ll be touched by a jolt in your breast.
Streams of tears will run down your face. Fall down.
Get up, and keep moving forward… Don’t stop!
Forget yourself: forget your body, forget your mind! Come back!
Buy flowers again, a bunch of temple flowers.
Get rid of your fear. Close all decorations that surround you. Turn off all the lights.
Wait! Let your hearing lead you…Find the center everywhere and nowhere…
Immerse yourself… At this time, write…
It won’t be just a string of letters … but a call from there,
From behind the Gateless Gate leading to the Great Reality, you’ve discovered!
Already beyond words! And the Truth will shine in front of you over the horizon!
Time & timelessness. Form & emptiness… the intense vacuum of space!
Axis mundi! Darkness within the Black Void of Space!
Then, move on…
Don’t let fear turn your step to stone,
And thou shalt tread firmly in no man’s land, thy land. You’ll begin to bear fruit…
And you will no longer feel hunger… Write that way!
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A Post-Mortem Report
To Poets
First you have to pass away
To become the well of the past
And a suffocating misty vapor
Be the former shadow of flame
You must die letting them know
That you were almost, like them
When you stood against the stream
Uncomfortably unwanted & wrong
You must die so they can notice
So that they can breathe calmly
Social climbers low-down hicks
Snobs cunning toreros of dodges
Smoothly you should pass away
Without tearing the curtain
Without pointing out to them
Their everyday dirty trickery
Being safe they will see you then
They’ll create a heavenly theatre
Paeans and prostrations for you
Or forever memory of your name
Will be buried as a pestilence
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The Curse
And if a silence
Is to narrate about
The whole world
What is the tongue!
If not a lava reducing
Reality to the ashes!
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Poetry
Reality
Between
The Silence
And
Sense of words
Evergreen
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