Soon back in print from Last Gasp
When the Germans besieged Warsaw, a bomb shattered this building, the ceiling fell on the clay statue and I was trapped under the debris. Fortunately the girders held the weight diagonally and I was unharmed, though the dust of crushed bricks nearly suffocated me. I remained under the rubble for some forty hours, before investigating people freed me.
This rootword language is the pre and post-diluvial, grammarless language presently known as Polish. Centuries back it was known as Lach, ..earlier as Sarmatian, ..and still earlier as Celtic.
From Varnish Fine Art
The British Consulate had heard about my Vagabond Club where the most brilliant intellectuals of Chicago assembled and exchanged views. I was always contemptuous of nations that amassed vast Empires on which to parasite and, though the Hindu Culture interested me, I recoiled from its out-of-outer-world introspections and constant meditations. Consequently my reputation as a Wonder Youth with shocking views had preceded me to the British Consulate and it refused me the granting of a visa.
In many ways, Szukalski embodied modernism in Chicago, combining its admiration for polished technique and readable, figural imagery with a rebellion against authority and attacks on the sacred cows of art history and pedagogy.
WORKS OF SZUKALSKI (Covici - McGee, 1923) First American hardcover, probably not more than 1000 copies printed.
This will be the 4th printing of this title since 1980. The new version is available in hardback binding with added imagery and more color plates.
Creation of Stanisław Szukalski is such a knot of currents where the history, mythology, literature, political though, art and sculpting and patriotism meet with a finally looming vision of national life revival. An example for curling ways where human ideas go. Especially the interwar period in Poland – a time of accumulation of Szukalski’s activity – was under varies spells, beginning from romanticism extending for social attitudes, finishing on the state building ideas. In this variety there can be found currently almost forgotten Slavonic plot.
The whole bulk of this post-diluvial structure, though only two storied but the equivalent of four, was undercut in the center by a gigantic stairway that entered it, climbing all the way into its perpetually dark bowels. The stairway was wide enough to permit some ostentatious funeral without cramping the morbid style of the flanking candle-carriers. The first step of it began not in front of the building but on a direct line with it. On the second floor was an art gallery, dark and unvisited by the citizenry that swarmed the street below, It was forever deserted, suspected on first sights of being haunted, if not by ghosts then by night-operating counterfeiters or British Loyalists.
Piłsudski was the head of the Polish Party Socialist, which on a vast plan first would portion to the Poles their national territories. Among their activities was robbing banks to provide the Revolutionary organization with money. For safety, and to confuse the Moscovian police, Lenin and Trotsky occasionally lived in Krakow where with Piłsudski, using the pseudonym of Dziadek (Granddaddy), they would meet in Michalik's Cafe, just a few strides away from my art academy. There, they discussed the plans for the overthrow of the Tsarist tyranny.