Hard O

Rafał Kwiatkowski

The place of philosophy in poetry? Not in a rubbish chute. Rafał Kwiatkowski serves cold, though freshly cut, meat of Wittgenstein, Karpowicz, Wirpsza, Buczkowski. And he turns it inside out. A bitten tongue: that's what you can get here.

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