Once, as T. S. Eliot was getting into a taxi, the driver is said to have told him: ‘You are T. S. Eliot.’ Surprised by the question, the poet asked the taxi driver how he knew. ‘Ah,’ the driver replied, ‘I have an eye for celebrities. Only yesterday evening I picked up Bertrand Russell and asked him: “Well, Mr Russell, what is it all about?” And do you know, he could not answer me?’ (John Naughton)
At the time, Henryk Stażewski said: ‘Thoughts travel fastest: where they come from and where they are rushing, no one knows. If you managed to capture a single thought, that would be art.’ I am convinced that Opałka’s idea was captured in much the same way. His resolute decision enables us to explore unidentified dimensions. Through that decision, he opened a universe for himself in which to exist. There he finds possibilities for drawing closer to the essence of infinity. With his two-sided wooden book entitled ‘The Never-Ending Sentence’, Eugen Gomringer says everything through the inner ‘you’. Only ‘you’ has the right to speak about itself, because no one can exist within ‘you’. The question arises: why do we struggle to find words that say nothing?
