Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

My Parents' Experiences as Polish Slave Laborers in Nazi Germany and Displaced Persons after the War

Friday, April 18, 2025

DON’T PICK YOUR NOSE!

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“DON’T PICK YOUR NOSE!” When I was a kid, I heard this all the time.  I heard it from my parents and the nuns and my friends.  I heard it in...
Monday, March 10, 2025

My Books

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My Books I saw an article recently about the ten things that guys like to collect.  It was an interesting list because – for the most part –...
Sunday, January 26, 2025

A Poem for Holocaust Remembrance Day

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 A Poem for International Holocaust Remembrance Day On January 27, 1945, the Soviet army came upon Auschwitz and its various camps and subca...
Saturday, November 23, 2024

Death

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When did you start thinking about death?  Me? I’ve always been thinking about it.   When I was a kid, I loved to read novels and history ...
Sunday, September 15, 2024

DON’T!

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  DON’T! I went to St. Fidelis, a Catholic grade school in Chicago, for 8 years from 1955 to 1962.  The school was run almost exclusively by...
Friday, August 30, 2024

Does Michelle Obama Know Poverty?

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  Does Michelle Obama Know Poverty? I was talking to my friend David yesterday, and he said that Michelle Obama didn’t have any right to tal...
Friday, July 19, 2024

Trump Shooting and the United States of Violence

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Trump Shooting and the United States of Violence Last Saturday afternoon, my wife’s mom called us up.   She’s 99 years old, and she’s lived ...
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John Guzlowski
I was born in a refugee camp in Germany after World War II, and came with my parents Jan and Tekla and my sister Donna to the United States as Displaced Persons in 1951. My Polish Catholic parents had been slave laborers in Nazi Germany. Growing up in the immigrant and DP neighborhoods around Humboldt Park in Chicago, I met Jewish hardware store clerks with Auschwitz tattoos on their wrists, Polish cavalry officers who still mourned for their dead horses, and women who walked from Siberia to Iran to escape the Russians. My poems try to remember them and their voices. These poems have appeared in my chapbook Language of Mules and in both editions of Charles Fishman’s anthology of American poets on the Holocaust, Blood to Remember. Since retiring from teaching American Literature in 2005, I've written two new books about my parents. My new poems about them appear in my books Echoes of Tattered Tongues (Aquila Polonica, 2017) and True Confessions (Darkhouse Books, 2019).
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