Writing and living with a wound

In this text, I refer to my experiences of loss and attempts to come to terms with the death of my beloved Juliuszek. Based on the writing practices I undertook to cope with my grief, I argue that writing is not about healing, but about celebrating the wound and learning to live with it. Poetry thus becomes a way of controlled opening of the wound and of maintaining a relationship with the departed. It is a celebration of ghostly coexistence, evoking from virtuality a certain form of being that intangibly coexists in the current community.