Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

I have been silenced, my words escaped me. For the first time in a long while I have that strange feeling. Are there subjects not worthy a comment, an opinion? Gosh, no! Climate catastrophe with 2024 declared the warmest since temperatures were recorded; Trump and his enormous threat to peace and world stability; Ukraine failing under the yoke of huge armies and armaments of Russia, and as a side reflection of that – posing a growing threat to the safety of Polish borders. Perhaps European war is inevitable? War in Europe would be catastrophic beyond comprehension.

But I don’t have to add anything to these subjects. They only captivate my interest, worries for a moment. Like some side show on the peripheries of reality. My reality.

Ensuing grief? I’m not sure if this is just grief anymore. I am gradually loosing an interest in all of it, and I do mean: in all of it, the world around me. It is, I’m in it, but I’m outside of it.

Poetry still has some weight, some meaning, but even that meaning changed.

Our time

Do I write words or

do I write meanings?

What else is there more

in search of  being?

To look outward to

world and it’s people

or inward for you?

Meadow, church steeple?

But,  if I gaze to

stars, then Venus I

choose in hue of blue!

For yours, our divine

time we had for us,

when the world was mine.

(by B. Pacak_Gamalski, 2025)

Does that sonnet tell of me, does it fill me still to the brim of my soul and heart? It does in some way. But in some, I still yearn the company of friends. Of faces dear and voices warm. Still want to care about them, the dear ones, even if they don’t really need to be taken care of. It is often that the ‘caretaker’ of people needs to give that care more than those, who receive it.

As for the rest of the world outside of my inner one, it seems to be diminishing ever more. Objectively speaking that world is in great need of care – it just doesn’t hold any sway over me anymore or less and less.  Is it right to feel like that? I don’t know. I try to avoid passing judgment.  They say that you should never represent yourself in court of justice; you should have an advocate to do that. But who are ‘they’, anyway? And if they do pass a judgment – do I really care? Or will I remain silent, without words that used to be plentiful?

But when I will start write just words without meanings – someone please let me know and silence me.