This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Who gave Mr. Zagajewski license to speak thus--so that when one hears him pronounce the word, "nasturtium" -- even for a second time, one is forced to take hold of something solid nearby, to avoid swooning onto the floor?!!
That--and listening to him recite in Polish--