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Welcome to “Przekrój”!

In case you’re wondering where you are, and especially since you probably can’t pronounce the name of this website, here’s a little help—“Przekrój” (pronounced “p-SHEH-crooy”) is the oldest society and culture magazine in Poland, now available in English.

“Przekrój” Magazine brings English-speaking readers some of the best journalism from across Central and Eastern Europe, in the fields of wellbeing, art, literature, science, ecology, philosophy, psychology, and more. Take a break from the speed and intensity of the daily news and join us!

“in a former life / I crammed ripe blueberries into my mouth.” A poem by a contemporary Polish poet.. ...
2020-07-01 09:00:00
climate psalm

in a former life
I crammed ripe blueberries into my mouth
separated the trash for recycling
we drew up wills
saved our money

and soaked in bubbles
limiting water from the tap

we’d finish leftovers
help our friends
talk on and about the revolution
I was against violence
you founded collectives
I was a believer then
a true believer
that good would overcome

now I walk away
staring at the scrim of sky
because you sloughed off your skin
because your skin sloughed you off
I am the sand in your navel
and I nestle in the ash


Author’s commentary:

Sometimes I look at the forest and think that maybe things aren’t so bad, as long as I can hear the tap of a woodpecker. Together my partner and I go to protests and demonstrations, save water, don’t eat animals. We don’t have children (thanks to #BirthStrike) and we vacation in Warmia (because of #FlyingLess). We do all these things with urgency since in a yet unseen ‘soon’, that catastrophic ‘something’ might happen, and then I’ll want to recite a poem like this and snuggle against a belly close at hand.


Translated from the Polish by Karen Kovacik

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Ida Dzik

was born in September. She writes and sings, and studies at the faculty of “Artes Liberales” at the University of Warsaw. She gets involved against industrial farming, inequalities and climate change. She believes in political art. She lives in the Bielany district of Warsaw.