Hello, fish-eaters and those who don’t eat fish. (I hope that covers everyone.) Welcome.
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Who holds the pen?
My name is Tomasz Ferdynand Goetel. I was born against my will in a basement of the secret Coca-Cola factory called the Polish People’s Republic, I watched the communist government commit hara-kiri as I was finished with high school.
I’m the grandson of Ferdynand Goetel (1890-1960), a political writer and novelist blacklisted and hunted for naming the bodies at Katyn. He died in exile. I seem to be the continuation of that campaign.
In the dark times
In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing
About the dark times.
— Bertolt Brecht, Motto (fragment)
In my writing, may the Good Lord please not allow me to become that kind of writer who a philosopher ironically called a “beautiful soul”—the one who denounces chaos present in the world while forgetting to include himself in it.
My disposition is peaceable: a humble cottage, a thatched roof, fresh milk, and flowers before the window. But if God wants to make my happiness complete, He’ll grant me the joy of seeing some six or seven of my enemies hanging from the trees before my door. I’ll forgive them, of course. I’ll forgive them all—but not before they’ve been hanged.1
Welcome to The Flying Fish
A Note to the Dear Reader Person: Most of the writings presented are an exploration of the modern world as Tomasz Goetel sees it. Some text contains strong themes and a dark view of present human reality. No cuddles in the kitchen to get things off the ground, so to speak. The Reader might want to skip some published pieces — or proceed with fortitude.
The Flying Fish
Fish-eating was once a horror to many ancient tongues; to others, grace on a plate. Flying fishes break the surface when they choose. They catch the light, then disappear back into the deep.
This is that.
Since the War on Virus of 2020, when I was branded non-essential and consequently had to leave my home in Thailand, I live in Spain and write about what bothers me.
I’ve been tired, I declare, yes. But I’ve also been a Pole, a Catholic, and a gentleman (Joseph Corad), so I am available:
From Heine, H., Thoughts and Ideas (Gedanken und Einfälle), that is a hell of a fine paragraph. The original for my loving Readers of proper German language to enjoy: ‘Ich habe die friedlichste Gesinnung. Meine Wünsche sind: eine bescheidene Hütte, ein Strohdach, aber ein gutes Beet, gutes Essen, Milch und Butter, sehr frisch, vor dem Fenster Blumen, vor der Tür einige schöne Bäume, und wenn der liebe Gott mich ganz glücklich machen will, läßt er mich die Freude erleben, daß an diesen Bäumen etwa sechs bis sieben meiner Feinde aufgehängt werden. Mit gerührtem Herzen werde ich ihnen vor ihrem Tode alle Unbill verzeihen, die sie mir im Leben zugefügt — Ja, man muß seinen Feinden verzeihen, aber nicht früher, als bis sie gehenkt worden.’
