Bukareszt. Kurz i krew by Małgorzata Rejmer

Rather than in a laboratory or a library, it’s like working in a dark, dirty kitchen, where you cannot invite anyone and cannot possibly successfully clean the floor.Ī writer, this brazen bastard, a con man by definition, in the collective imagination a shrivelled four-eyes or a withered artist of life, an alcoholic of course. And then – cutting phrases and tossing them away. Someone else’s words, some pegs on which I hang the raw slices of ideas. Emptiness, and then, on this barren land, sudden floods of words that flow together with water when I wash the dishes or peel potatoes. There is more of not-writing than writing. No discipline, no schedule, sometimes even no pleasure. Because writing, my version of it, is just too indefinite. This is like a sort of a variation on the theme of ‘who are you?’. Sometimes they ask, ‘and what do you do?’. This people are willing to tell you as much of their story as can possibly fit into their mouth. I often meet people that are on their way somewhere, under a bus shelter, on a marshrutka, on a train. This word, like a little stone, like a little piece of glass – ‘writer’ – just doesn’t come out of my mouth. Kurz i Krew was published in September 2013. She writes a blog Rejmer: skraje i skrawki on.

In 2009, she published her debut novel Toksymia, which earned her a nomination to the Gdynia Literature Award in 2010. 1985) – writer, PhD student at the Institute of Polish Culture, University of Warsaw.

Bukareszt. Kurz i krew by Małgorzata Rejmer