October 23, 2020
Confession of the Poetical Firefly to the Muse-Butterfly of Poesy
You must excuse me. You dear dreamer! I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece. I built my small paradise without any other ontological…
October 10, 2020
Night-Dreaming
I have dreamed during the whole night. A dreamy Erlking has come to me with his wizardry of muses. I opened my dear soul for his fulfilment as well…
March 18, 2020
In the Meekest Dreamery
the dreamed red sun of the morning--- thus I get tender letters. On wings of the morning glow--- I fly into lands of butterfly-like hearts. In my…
March 8, 2020
About Politics
I am standing before a cute mirror, therethrough looking, and I see there Prometheus, his torches with fires, a weird-like ash, a poetical comet as…
February 13, 2020
“The Panathenaea in Ancient Athens,” “The Longing,” and “Shrouded in the Spartan Gloss-Fire”
The Panathenaea in Ancient Athens Paulus and Martin both sons of a Roman emigrant in bewitched Sparta went to Athens to participate in the dreamy…
February 6, 2020
My Whole Philosophy
Like Kant and Hölderlin Withal: The Ontological New-Romantic Period According to Paweł Markiewicz This is a philosophy that Paweł Markiewicz has…
January 24, 2020
Weird of the Dreams
there are finitely October-ides meek shooting stars---the friends of nighttime have fallen afore the visit of the morning star---the boon Venus I was…
December 26, 2019
“Freedom: Poemlet from Drawerling” and “The Victory Ode to the Dreamy Peace”
Freedom: Poemlet from Drawerling the liberty is the golden bosom a freedom---a diamond-like leaflet-home an eagle needs also a bit liberty I want to…
December 21, 2019
From the Prayer Book of the Ant, Such a Dreamy Promethean Letter, Amid Pearls of Winged Muses
Like Amphora I, Adam, an admirable adolescent-ant with some acumen as well as with the propitious admiration, without the apples, am adhering to an…
December 14, 2019
I as the Being Sui Generis
I have just returned from a walk with my beloved hound on foot, which has a good heart, tenderly-shaped by the Erlking dog’s heartlet. I’m feeling…