Biography of Piotr Kasjas
Piotr Kasjas (Peter Kasyas) born as a Piotr Jacek Komoter on July 1969 in Pabianice, Poland. Kasjas is recognized Polish lyric poet and casual songs writer. Ambassador of Polish Culture, a participant of international cultural events and prestigious festivals of poetry.
He is a towering figure among Polish new emigration culture in the UK. His works have been translated into English, German, Russian, Byelorussian, Yakut and Romanian. It includes over 100 works presented on radio, published in newspapers, in literature periodicals, in collections of poems and a number of almanacs and anthologies of Polish poetry published in Poland and other countries. As well he has published widely in international literary journals and performed throughout Europe and the USA. His work has been presented in the Polish anthology " Polscy Poeci XXI Wieku - najlepsi z najlepszych (Polish Poets XXI Century - the best of the best) (Warsaw 2014) .
Kasjas is a co-founder and a president of Organization for the Development and Promotion of Polish Culture “THE VOICE OF POLISH CULTURE”.
He is active in Polish areas, in schools and parishes organising poetry writing workshops and meetings with authors and artists. He also organises major cultural events promoting Polish culture in Europe.
Member of English Pen Club in London, Movimiento Poetas del Mundo and European Society of Authors.
Kasjas is the recipient of the Golden Quill Award for Lifetime Achievement (Brussel 2013) .
He was nominated for “Manager of the Year 2014” in the category - Education (UK) .
Author of the books: “Gdyby milosc nie istniala… “ (If love did not exist….) , “Milosc i tozsamosc” (Love and identity) , “Bezdroza uczuc” (Astray ways of feelings) , “Collected Poems”, “Irrwege des Herzens" .
Piotr Kasjas's Works:
“Gdyby milosc nie istniala… “ (If love did not exist…)
“Milosc i tozsamosc” (Love and identity) ,
“Bezdroza uczuc” (Astray ways of feelings) ,
“Irrwege des Herzens" .
Piotr Kasjas Poems
The Truism Of Everyday Life
Dreams fade against the background of the passing life. Interrupted by sleep in the middle of the night, by the viscosity of the white mist and overwhelming humidity of rain,
The Cemetery Diptych
1. Dead silence Silence, dead silence. Nameless and unreadable,
Forced into action, I built a private ark. I hid in it all the time of my prime. And understanding those, who hate me: usurpers of my creativeness,
The world is dying for no apparent reason, and we are only leaves in the wind - we go wherever the wind takes us. We measure our shabby lives by the shaky perception of grey reality.
The Only Thing I Have
I only have the one life and a handful of values which complete its harmony. I have freshly gathered thoughts which I arrange in lines of prosaic blank verse.
Doubt And Desire
This distance between us holds separation and breeds in the mind a nameless thought which becomes a throbbing and unbearable torment.
My love has got little time. My love is so noble in thought and so pathetic in deeds. My love is like a storm, bringing anxiety
Love Is Like The Bible
Love is like the bible, which tells us that women cannot be happy at the way in which we were conceived. You have to be able to speak to her soul and understand every heartbeat. You have to know how to be lover, friend and sometimes poet.
We Will Become A Legend
Darkness enveloped our souls and stings the eyes like a sleepless night. Submerged in the hot ocean of mouths, we entangle our flexible bodies
Love is that someone who looks out for us with a shallow breath of expectation and with the magic of the words ignites the senses. Someone who smells of fulfilled hope,
The Trivial Erotic
In the dying sparks of overnight love, a new day dawns. You are close by, we are holding hands, our hearts beating slower and slower
Silent night brings sleep, which is a long journey into the unknown, into the unknown and not having an end, to the whispers of fulfilled dreams.
Entangled In The Sin
In the mature gestures we smuggle trails of feelings and pushing aside frequent reality, we save ourselves from latent love. And we become sinners of our act,
The Empire Of The Senses
The empire of my senses is a restless thing and infinitely vast – like an ocean, which tempts by the unknown horizon of the other hemisphere, that leads me to action,
The Trivial Erotic
In the dying sparks of overnight love,
a new day dawns.
You are close by, we are holding hands,
our hearts beating slower and slower
and diminishing the fire that burns our bodies.
Without asking me anything,
you come here every night, and stand naked,
on the threshold of my dreams.