Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Thursday, April 24, 2008

GROWING UP POLISH AMERICAN: UPDATE

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I posted a piece recently on this blog about Growing Up Polish American . One of the things I talked about was a series of photos I had once...
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

KATYN: The Forest of the Dead

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April is the month when many of the killings at Katyn Forest took place during World War II. Poles try to remember this every year, and I...
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Saturday, April 5, 2008

Growing Up Polish American

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The following article appeared in a special issue of the journal Polish American Studies dedicated to Polish-American poets Phil Boiarski, L...
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Monday, March 17, 2008

Diversity

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I did a series of presentations about my parents a couple of weeks ago at Lowndes High School. After one of them, Joey Slater, a student the...
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Thursday, January 24, 2008

A Letter from Uncle Buddy

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I got a letter from Linda's Uncle Buddy. . For Christmas, Linda's dad Tony gave his brother Buddy a copy of Third Winter of War: Buc...
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Friday, January 11, 2008

What We Learned

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A couple of months ago, I met Gladys Kirkland, a teacher at Valdosta High School, at a poetry reading for the Women's Studies Program at...
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

What My Father Believed

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Garrison Keillor's reading of my poem "What My Father Believed" from my book Lightning and Ashes is now available at the foll...
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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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