Oto ja i Mama. I Joyce.
Pomnik z dwoma błędami.
Pierwszy: niepotrzebny cokół.
Bez cokołu byłby on jednym z przechodniów.
Drugi: nie powinien być wmurowany.
Powinien przemieszczać się po całym mieście.
Dziś na tej ulicy, jutro na tamtej.
Ruchomy pomnik twórcy ruchomych piasków literatury .... literatury jak ruchome piaski ...
This
is me and Mam. And Joyce.
The monument has two mistakes.
The first: it shouldn’t have the socle.
Without the socle Joyce would be one of the passersby.
The second: it shouldn’t be embedded.
It should wander all over the town.
Today in this street, tomorrow in that one.
The moving monument to the creator of the moving sands of literature .....
The monument has two mistakes.
The first: it shouldn’t have the socle.
Without the socle Joyce would be one of the passersby.
The second: it shouldn’t be embedded.
It should wander all over the town.
Today in this street, tomorrow in that one.
The moving monument to the creator of the moving sands of literature .....