Ozera is a village in Rivne Oblast in Ukraine. It was there that, at the age of 54, Witkacy decided to bid life farewell. He persuaded his then-lover, Czesława Oknińska, to commit suicide with him. If we believe her recollections, at the time, he was calm and certain of his decision. Witkacy thought Oknińska wouldn’t manage without him.
He chose an oak tree, which they sat under – one they could both comfortably lean against. In a mug, he dissolved a large number of sleeping pills and a strong painkiller, cibalgina. This was meant to be Oknińska’s final drink; he himself took ephedrine in order to raise his blood pressure and ensure the razor cuts he made would be effective.
When his beloved lost consciousness, Witkacy tried to slit his wrists, but ultimately, he cut his carotid artery. Oknińska survived the attempt; after some time, she came to. Apparently, when the inhabitants of Ozera discovered the couple beneath the oak, they had the young woman down large amounts of kefir to induce vomiting. After a long time, she regained her senses. She did not attend Witkacy’s funeral.
It was the death of which he’d spoken so much; the death – we might say – he dreamt of, being the only proper solution in the face of an approaching, absolute catastrophe. It finally cut his agony short.
This radical gesture of ending his own life was consistent with his work: we could even say it was a continuation of it.
Originally written in Polish by Marcelina Obarska, translated by Sean G. Bye, Aug 2019