Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Friday, February 20, 2009

My Parents and Happy Places

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Recently, SGI Quarterly , a Buddhist magazine devoted to Peace, Culture, and Education, asked me to write a piece about my mom and dad and w...
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Saturday, January 17, 2009

World War II Through Polish Eyes

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I recently heard from my friend Halina Koralewski, a Polish-American interested in making sure Americans know about Polish and Polish-Americ...
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Ultimate Meaning in the Universe?

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I gave a lecture recently at Benedictine Academy , a Catholic girls’ school, in Elizabeth , New Jersey .   I talked about my parents there ...
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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Buchenwald: The Work He Did

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  When my father was dying of liver cancer, the doctors popped him full of morphine, enough morphine -- they thought -- to keep him d...
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Friday, November 28, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving Day

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Last year, I posted the following. I wanted to thank all my generations and generations of Polish ancestors who simply kept going despite a...
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Friday, November 7, 2008

Grieving

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Andy Golebiowski sent me an article from the Am Pol Eagle entitled "WWII Survivors, Families Commemorate All Souls Day." Here...
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Language and Loss: Some More Thoughts

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A couple of weeks ago I posted a blog about language and loss . It was inspired by a conversation I have been having with Christina Sananto...
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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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