Ustroń, Poland by ustronne_zacisze

Wieś Gronowice, Polska / Village Gronowice, Poland

© Tomasz Matusiak

“Orka”

Not me drawing a picture based on a pun that only makes sense in Polish 

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Motherhood by Zofia Stryjeńska (Polish, 1891-1976)

Harvest Festival (Dożynki) in Kolonia Boćki, Podlasie, PL, 27.08.2022, with the participation of Presidend of Poland Andrzej Duda and First Lady Agata Kornhauser-Duda

Dożynki marks the end of harvest. The word itself means “the last cuts". The big construction made of grains in the second picture is the customary wieniec dożynkowy (harverst wreath).

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photos from https://www.prezydent.pl/aktualnosci/wizyty-krajowe/para-prezydencka-z-wizyta-w-kolonii-bocki,57910 by Marek Borawski, 28.08.2022

Snowberry, Waxberry, or Ghostberry, Autumn in Poland (source)

Evening Prayer of a Farmer by Artur Grottger

Lesser Poland Region, Poland by Paulina Kurnyta

Missles: *happen to hit Polish grounds*

Tumblr: OMG, WE HAVE TO REMEMBER THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE KILLED THERE BECAUSE THEY ARE GOING TO BE REMEMBERED AS THE ONES WHOSE DEATHS WILL CAUSE WW3 TO BREAK OUT

Me, a Pole, looking at all of this: *sips coffee with exasperation* westerners...

as a simple pole it brings me so much joy that you had fun on your holiday. think most of my fellow polish elgebeetees can relate when i say i've got a complicated relationship with the country and due to the Horrors i often forget how much good is there too.... you're making me want to go to warsaw so bad. pozdrawiam + miłego dnia + daję ci pączka

i so get it darling i was hanging out with polish elgeebeetees the whole time [that's just how it turned out] and we discussed this here and there. other poles have mentioned how my Whimsical polishposting allowed them to see their country through my eyes and maybe see it wasn't just The Horrors as you've mentioned and it's an experience i've lived [in different circumstances] about mine. i needed to travel to see the beauty of my own country back home, and also hearing people experience it as something new re-opened my eyes to things i am so accustomed to and take almost for granted.

i was also telling them how i've seen more pride flags in warsaw than i have anywhere in my Statistically-Less-Homophobic country, including in the capital, and we have the same reasoning that because the homophobic voices (whether they be a minority, a majority, a median, whatever it is it's Loud) are so loud in the country, the resistance must be even louder. there are pockets of resistance, of lgbt+ poles being loud and happy and standing their ground about it, or heterosexual allies who are willing to be louder than the inactive compliance of Not Showing.

on that topic, the sitting room closest to the bar in Same Fusy tea room has a bunch of stickers on the wall that are Explicitly lgbt+ affirming, and while i personally don't care too much because I'll Go Where I Damn Please [i enter churches with glee and whimsy, and i know the position of the church on homosexuals like me, but i am of the belief that If They're So Mad About It They Can Take It Up With Customer Service [the Big Guy]] it did feel good. it did feel nice. as i've said, i haven't seen that many in my country except in explicitly lgbt-centric/inclusive spaces because the general consensus is that acceptation is like Implicit (now whether or not that's actually done. well i shan't speak) so it felt even more like. an Act Of Going Forward. meeting me [gay] where i stand, and not trying to bait me into stepping forward... you know what i mean?

in the capitals as always it will be more accepting because More People esp. More Young People but you know. was a homosexual in the polish countryside was a homosexual holding the polish bees and scratching the beautiful polish foal and mare. there are pockets of resistance like pockets of air underwater where you see people and meet people you recognize and see eye to eye and go places where people will make bluntly sure to show you you're wished here. the horrors might be prolific. but baby we have to serve. we have to keep on serving. we find each other.

bons baisers + you too darling + accepting the pączek ravenously and with great enthusiasm

Pieniny Mountains, Poland 🇵🇱

head empty just .. just wakatoshi spending his first polish summer with u, calm and quiet, in the same cabin in the countryside that u visited ever since you were a kid :( going into the woods early morning to pick some berries into a glass cup, him smiling at your purple stained fingers and the sour taste on your tongue when he kisses you :( taking the bike to the nearest shop to buy fresh butter and bread, but eating half of it on the way back cause it smells so good and you’re hungry already :( skinny dipping in the lake, late evening when the sun is still warm on his skin and makes his eyes shine even brighter :(

i recently also cleaned and repaired three pairs of shoes and altered two bras and i agree- it‘s one of the best feelings. you get the joy of being able to use something again and also the satisfaction of having done it with your own hands. 💓💓

absolutely !! it also makes me feel much more attached to my clothing, and i get so much more wear out of things knowing that i've worked on it with my own hands, and can repair any wear and tear that might come about 💞 it's such a valuable skill that i think everyone should have

lukewarm take: anne carson's translations are beautiful out of context but deprived of their greekness to the point they become. not really beautiful.