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Adam Zagajewski’s "Watching 'Shoah' in a Hotel Room in America" is a meditation on historical memory, the banalities of modern life, and the irreconcilable distance between past horrors and present comfort. The poem takes place in an American hotel room, where the speaker watches Shoah, Claude Lanzmann’s monumental documentary about the Holocaust, on television. This setting, a transient and impersonal space, becomes the stage for an unsettling juxtaposition between the profound suffering depicted on-screen and the mundane, celebratory atmosphere of the hotel. By exploring the contrast between past and present, innocence and guilt, Zagajewski forces the reader to confront the ways in which history continues to haunt contemporary life—even as it is often drowned out by distraction and detachment.

The poem opens with a tranquil image: "There are nights as soft as fur on a foal / but we prefer chess or card-playing." The comparison of night to the delicate softness of an animal suggests an idealized calm, yet this serenity is immediately undercut by the speaker’s awareness of human tendencies to avoid deeper engagement with history. Instead of facing uncomfortable truths, people seek entertainment or idle pastimes. The "we" here implicates not just the speaker, but all who choose comfort over confrontation.

A birthday party is taking place in the hotel, with guests singing Happy Birthday, an emblem of joy and continuity, while "the one-eyed TV nonchalantly shuffles its images." The description of the television as "one-eyed" likens it to a dispassionate witness, its single gaze consuming history without true engagement. The word "nonchalantly" underscores the disturbing ease with which history can be turned into passive entertainment, as if the horrors of the Holocaust can be watched and then set aside.

The next lines take the reader into the speaker’s deeply personal confrontation with history: "The trees of my childhood have crossed an ocean / to greet me coolly from the screen." The speaker, likely a Polish exile or émigré, sees familiar landscapes in the documentary, but they are transformed by the weight of historical memory. The "coolly" suggests an emotional detachment—the trees persist, indifferent to human suffering. The poem thus raises a question about the continuity of place: what does it mean for a landscape to remain when the people who once inhabited it have been erased?

The Polish peasants in Shoah are described as engaging in theological debates with "Jesuitical zest," an ironic commentary on their intellectual fervor for religious argumentation even as "only the Jews are silent, / exhausted by their long dying." The contrast between the lively debates of the peasants and the silence of the victims underscores the injustice of historical narratives in which the dead have no voice. The Holocaust, an event of unimaginable suffering, becomes a topic of theoretical discussion for those who were not its direct victims, while those who endured it are absent from the conversation, reduced to silent ghosts.

As the speaker watches, the imagery becomes increasingly surreal and symbolic. "Hay wagons haul not hay, but hair, / their axles squeaking under the feathery weight." This chilling image recalls the human hair collected from victims at Auschwitz, turning everyday rural objects into macabre relics of genocide. The weightlessness of hair, described as "feathery," ironically amplifies its horror—it is a remnant of lives destroyed, both delicate and unbearable in its implications.

The claim of innocence emerges as a recurring theme. The "pines" declare "We are innocent," as do the "SS officers," now "haggard and old," and even Mozart, who "repents." This repetition of innocence, particularly from those complicit in or adjacent to atrocity, becomes deeply ironic. The idea that nature—trees, rivers—claims innocence is a reference to the landscape’s passive witnessing of history, an echo of Paul Celan’s "Death Fugue," in which the sky remains indifferent to suffering. The SS officers, now elderly and frail, receive medical care, their "consciences" preserved alongside their "hearts, lives." The irony is cutting: the same world that once permitted their crimes now fights to keep them alive.

The dissonance between past and present intensifies as the hotel’s revelers continue: "The birthday is noisier." The contrast between the Holocaust’s silenced victims and the celebratory guests grows more unbearable. Meanwhile, "Huge trucks transport stars from the firmament, / gloomy trains go by in the rain." The image of stars being transported recalls both the yellow Star of David forced upon Jewish people and the celestial symbols of fate and transcendence. The "gloomy trains" evoke the cattle cars of deportation, continuing their journey across history’s landscape.

As the poem reaches its climax, the weight of history presses upon the speaker. The final image of the "shoes of Auschwitz, in pyramids / high as the sky," becomes a haunting monument to absence. These shoes—relics of lost lives—"groan faintly," personified as if still holding the voices of those who once wore them. Their lament is that "we outlived mankind." In other words, the dead remain, while the living continue on, detached and indifferent. The shoes "have nowhere to go," much like the speaker’s own unresolved relationship with history.

"Watching 'Shoah' in a Hotel Room in America" grapples with the impossibility of fully engaging with historical atrocity while living in a world that prioritizes distraction. The speaker is caught between the distant horror on the screen and the immediate mundanity of the hotel, where life goes on uninterrupted. The dissonance is unbearable, yet it is precisely this juxtaposition that makes the poem so powerful: it forces the reader to consider how history persists in the present, how suffering and celebration coexist, and how memory—though it may flicker on a television screen—demands reckoning. Through its interplay of irony, symbolism, and stark contrasts, Zagajewski’s poem does not merely recount history; it forces the reader to confront it, unflinchingly.

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