My Darling Wisełka, My Dearest Zbyszek

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9.02, 10.03 - with English surtitles.

Based on motifs from correspondence between Wisława Szymborska and Zbigniew Herbert.

A very peculiar acquaintance. Szymborska and Herbert.

When we put aside the digressions concerning their mutual attraction, or even more (the letters suggest more of a literary-epistolary romance than anything else) and take a sober look at these two people so utterly different in character, we recall the anecdote from the 1960s of the hen and the pheasant.

She was a Cracovian lady from a good home, practically “bourgeois,” enjoying a settled, secure, and dependable existence. If she went anywhere, it was fishing with Kornel Filipowicz, and no further than the Warta River. He was drawn to the unknown: Italy, France, Greece, Holland, Belgium, Austria, Germany, England, Switzerland, America… et cetera, et cetera. She subsisted off the salary of an editor for a literary weekly, publishing a volume of poetry from time to time. He had scholarships abroad, lectures in Europe and the USA, and was regularly published in Poland and abroad. She only knew French, “not speaking a word of Londonish”; he had a command of German, English, French, a bit of Italian, and maybe some Greek. She was an introvert, with a little apartment in the old town of Krakow, a small group of trusted friends. He enjoyed hotels, friends’ homes around the world, his own apartments abroad, he was an extrovert, the “life of the party,” a fun-lover, almost a bon vivant; it was not unusual for him to gallivant for the entire night in a Greek taverna, buying rounds for everyone.

The list goes on and on…

Herbert, many times called a shoe-in for the Nobel Prize for literature, a European, “the prince of poets,” winner of twenty-four awards worldwide, writes a curt telegram to modest Szymborska, who had just received the Nobel: “Warmest congratulations.”

Szymborska writes back: “Zbigniew, Great Poet! If it were up to me, it would be you now agonizing over writing a speech….”.

Cast

  • Katarzyna Krzanowska
  • Jacek Romanowski

Creators

  • Mikołaj Grabowski Director / dramaturge / music
  • Tadeusz Nyczek Script:
  • Michał Grabowski Lighting director
  • Hanna Nowak Stage manager

Stary National Theatre

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Stary National Theatre is one of the oldest theatres in Poland. Its contemporary repertoire consists of both contemporary works and reinterpretations of classics.

The theatre, which found its home in a historical building on a corner of Szczepański Square, is one of Poland’s national stages, directly managed by the Minister of Culture. In the 19th century, its stage was graced by the theatre’s current patron, a consummate actress, Helena Modrzejewska, known to the English-speaking world as Modjeska. A great many eminent artists trod the legendary boards of the Stary after the war, notably Tadeusz Kantor, Jerzy Grotowski, Zygmunt Hübner, and Krystian Lupa. The stagings of Adam Mickiewicz’s The Forefathers’ Eve directed by Konrad Swinarski and of Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s The Possessed directed by Andrzej Wajda made history. The contemporary repertoire of the theatre consists both of current works and reinterpretations of classics.

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