“Doggerel!”

they exclaimed,

dismissing it,

blindly

and deliberately

missing the beauty.

… Elitist

pissing contest.

 

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Gorky-Rasskaz

Yes, when you think of it like that: *Fuck!*

Like, Marta, who you meet on a plane,

your 10-hour neighbor,

talkative, new best friend.

Her husband likes tampons.

More precisely,

he likes watching Marta

using tampons,

a lot,

until it hurts.

He likes other things

which also hurt.

Like, my ears,

stomach and head.

I look down,

between my legs,

Gorky unread.

 

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Chasy-slomanniy

Gradually,

slowly,

painstakingly,

forwards,

backwards,

footsteps.

In life’s serpentine cycle,

as months and years pass,

dissolving,

time comes to have little meaning.

Ultimately,

all clocks stop.

 

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Tiziano_ Amor Sacro y Amor Profano (1514)

Renaissance Man sees things another way,

he has *perspective*.

He is not moved by your dancing,

writhing,

bestiality,

nor by your gimmicks and VR Glasses.

Athens, Rome, Moscow burn?

He plays cello,

calmly reflecting.

A peace inspired by Plato.

Renaissance Man looks boldly

into the future,

he sees shit,

he flushes toilet.

Nuclear wind blows,

Summer and Winter,

my hero,

never old grows.

 

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Simone Weil

Her memory spoke to me in a dream,

chastising, emphasizing,

be a thinker *and* doer.

She spoke to me,

reminded me,

her life and actions louder than words.

Simone Weil,

do

and die.

 

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1958. 10F

For all the Liberté, égalité, fraternité

Let us not forget too

that Bourgeoisie

is a proudly French term.

 

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Enchanted we’re born.

Hopeful we’re children.

Disenchanted we grow.

Alas,

life cycle.

Too soon, we die.

 

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Some days

Borscht exists.

And that

is sufficient.

 

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Женя Биглова

In these days of constant flashing lights,

gimmicks & perversions,

I have a yearning to return to Chess

and innocent card games.

 

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Mauer fällt

Gradually, I put the pieces together,

ultimately, then

the edifice crumbles,

and the wall

falls.

 

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