In life you can’t polish anything too much either. It follows its own path, ignoring your efforts.
Tadeusz Ross, an actor, satirist, singer, screen-writer, politician, author of musicals, song lyrics and poems for children talks about his life and work, about the people he has met and pleasant and bitter experiences.
It is an ordinary book. About life, feeling lost, career, though I think I should put inverted commas around the word “career”. It is also about all the things that may (though they shouldn’t) happen in the life of a young, and later grown-up person. It’s written in everyday language. I don’t I don’t put gloss on my sentences or polish my words. In life you can’t polish anything too much either. It follows its own path, ignoring the grinder. Sometimes you can make some improvements or divert its track, but the main points of the “ball” that we’ve been invited to remain the same: birth, childhood, maturity, old age and death. What lies in the middle, in between, is in our hands. But only to some extent. Who are we? Why do we surround ourselves with a myth of magnitude, while being a mere speck of dust which floated upwards for a moment, just to fly off into nothingness after a while? Banal questions, whinging of an aging man who, in spite of having lived for so many years, hasn’t found any answers.
Tadeusz Ross about his book:
Recorded in the MiTo art.café.books in 28 Waryńskiego Street in Warsaw.