suffering astrid

& other works by bruno janiszewski


Luty 2016

Stawy Przysieckie

Przysiek, 29.01.2016




Five years on
I revisit a tree under whose benign aura
I laid the proclamation of a new-found truth
Ingrained in the sacredness of Life
Hidden behind the veil of the resounding cacophony.
An epiphany immense chose this tree as a witness
To the oath whose future echoes would
Sing the solitary melody of bliss and hardship

Beliefs and cognitions disperse and transmute
And soothing it is that whatever the objectives were
I stand as then silenced by calmness which inspires
And gleeful, hearing the layers of birds’ songs
Melodious and uplifting, giving the premature
Sense of spring’s benevolence;
And the tree which my companion was then
Now stands before me unchanged
The past ideals wrought into the deep recesses
Of mental persistence do not necessarily try
To find the passed words of promises made ¬–
Instead, they attach to that omniscient spirit
Of restorative power of surroundings’ soul,
Which constantly admonishes the individual
And enhances his spiritual endowment
Should he have already ventured to see
The continuous lining of all things.

The noble scene does not serve to acknowledge
The self-indulgent realizations of my endurance in
Pre-set virtues of the mind: it assumes selfless aims.
The mild insistence comes from within and without
Carrying the prophetic wind of interminability of
Intentions which abide everywhere and sift through
All objects animate and inanimate alike, and which
Move led by dignified auras that do not always
Fill the individual with blissful message, exposing
Him oftentimes to travail that leaves him bereaved,
Yet hoping that he will find strength in those inevitabilities
And light from then on will shine spread everywhere.

The gentle wind runs through the sapless branches
Which in two months’ time will once again, as always,
Burst in colours and sing the song of glory to all that is

And seasons will come and go
And layers of memories will pile up,
Arrange and rearrange, cause new lapses
In recollections and new premonitions in
Future acts of awe-inspiring remembrance.

And for now
The view of the tree
Is what it always will be
It is
And informs
Overspreads and

Sinews of the Perpetual

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Bruno Janiszewski Sinews of the Perpetual

  1. Sinews of the Perpetual I
  2. Sinews of the Perpetual II
  3. Stawy Przysieckie (Styczeń)
  4. Wicher wciąż dmie
  5. Wśród daglezji
  6. Sinews of the Perpetual III

This album was intended to bear another artist name, bur for the lack of any definite ideas, I stuck to my real name. Who cares about the name, anyway.
The album’s sonic realm oscillates within such genres as ambient, acoustic/american primitive guitar, folk, or field recordings… as organic as I could.
It’s past the midpoint between winter and spring, so I hope the album captures this aura of weather’s suspension between windy and cloudy days, interwoven with quick flashes of serenity brought by the Sun.

The inspiration for the album title comes from one tree I saw whose trunk was truly sinewy – this, in turn, prompted me to visualise every particle of nature as consisting of such sinewy fibres of life, extending ad infinitum and being connected to one another.

Recorded in Toruń/ released in Mława on February 11th, 2016.

I am considering releasing this album on CDs, with the cover’s lettering being made with some glittery paper. The original cover lettering has a photograph of ice inscribed into it – ice from one of the Przysiek ponds, Przysiek being a village near Toruń where seven beautiful ponds are situated next to one another.

two poems

light premonitions

Great lives have been lived
Paragons of dignity and perseverance
Many leave every day, books close

Yet there persists that which reaches beyond
The mortal frame of a single being –
A set of noble endeavours enacted
Whose proliferation cannot but be passed over
Whole categories of what makes a man’s life
Worthwhile and complete
Life well spent supersedes the individual
And emanates graces of a universal seeing

We are universes
Noble transmitters of the One
Through us All sees

And blessed are those who venture to
Acknowledge the common light
Irrespective of one’s subjective lineage
Which constantly multiplies the vision of the One
Though sure it is that one abides in multitudes
And beautiful lives are those which are led
To excract the best out of our human experience

Sun shines, nature prevails
But nothing seems certain apart from the endurance
With which we protest and progress against
Any incertainties and griefs
Constant articulation and belief in permanence of things
Endow life with light necessary for avoiding
Any dark ditches we encounter on our paths

Everything is a dream and constant action within it
Reveals new landscapes, new suns, new reasons and ideas
Whose implementation there will be never enough time for
So lush as verdant undergrowth and immense sky formations are they

Dream and act
See bliss within



new landscapes

What a joy it is to see things
Never before occurred to the eyes
New hills, new blessed shapes
Never to be counted in its infinitude
Festivity even greater when the sight is
Basked in Sun’s restorative waves of
Benign greetings to all that is.

To explore that which is truly universal
Is one of the noblest pursuits a human being
Could ever engage in –
No vain urges of vulgar and ill-minded business
Only mild breath of wind sifts through the mind
Which ever seeks moral and spiritual endowment

The perpetual indwells in old and new alike
Yet how glorious it is to confirm and extend
Its reign, which radiates into every soul, to
Landscapes inaccustomed to familiar perception
And how soothing it is to acknowledge principles
That always are true and always uplift when
The mind evinces downward tendency.
New lessons into the nature of the human being
Have been learnt, and the image of the truth grows
And the connection between its parts renders
Cohesive structure provided the mind rests at its
Most enlightened and receptive state, brave enough to
Welcome light in its life, no matter what struggles
It takes. To emboss the light within even when
Inner turmoils rage is the true trial of will and integrity

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