
CAFÉ BY WREN’S ST JAMES-IN-THE-FIELDS, LUNCHTIME (Holland House Books 2020)
translated by Marta Dziurosz, Maria Jastrzębska, Danusia Stok and Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese
ISBN 978 1 910688 36 6
This book has collaboration and translation at its heart: between people, words and images, languages, cultures. The poems came first, in Polish. Then came the photographic response to them. Then four translators, MARTA DZIUROSZ, MARIA JASTRZĘBSKA, DANUSIA STOK and ELŻBIETA WÓJCIK-LEESE, took a set of 12 or 13 poems each and translated them into English. All people involved were women: the poet, the photographer, the four translators and the two editors. Together they arrived at 51 Polish poems, 51 English poems and 51 photographs making this collection. They raise themes such as cultural identity and migration, queerness, racism, isolation and family memories.
Praise for Café by Wren’s St James-in-the-Fields, Lunchtime
Wioletta Greg:
Anna’s poems make me think of the verse of the Swiss French poet Phillippe Jaccottet. She seems to be interested in analogies of life events, mysteries that are invisible at first instance, slips of tongue, contrasts, things held back, hidden moods and emotions. Just like Anna‘s poems, Lisa‘s photos capture and arrest details, writings, colours, lights and shadows, as well as textures of the world, they are snapshots, images captured as if by chance on a journey.
Peter Valente:
Anna Blasiak’s Café By Wren’s St. James – In – The Fields, Lunchtime is a book of mysteries, a world where dreams and memories glaze over the consciousness, where nature and objects are sentient evoking a past, in some cases, long gone; the poems suggests a narrative without a conclusion; they are like photographs, taken so long ago, where objects are at once clear and ambiguous. The poems record intense memories of loss but Blasiak is not sentimental; rather, she is concerned with self-transformation, wherever it is still possible in the present world; she is searching for a “hidden symmetry” in a world is receding into a kind of digital oblivion. As the World recedes, we are given in its place a seamless digital copy; a simulacrum; where Life was once discontinuous, boring, joyful, and sad, we now have the eternal hope for a kind of digital paradise, where there is no loss, where one is constantly preoccupied, obsessed, but with a sense of mourning, a sense of something missing, a lack. She navigates this lack, with great conviction, and the result is the strong and elegant poems in this book.


