Archive for June, 2019

Vino v Vannaya

Succumb, the heart says,

to spontaneous desire;

delay future pain.

 

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Juno

I’m still in the hotel room, watching TV.

They tell me it’s the 75th Anniversary of *The Event*:

we must celebrate, commemorate our heroes,

focus (pocus), indeed

the few that are still alive.

They died for our liberty,

apparently,

albeit contradictory.

Living or dead, I *do* respect the sacrifice

of soldiers and sailors,

defying logic, following orders,

call of duty, the greater good,

hell on earth,

collective imperative

(yes, even yours).

But 75 is nothing

if 76 is not honored ten times more.

Sadly, alas, I know this will not be so.

Just as I know real heroes were treated like shit

at war’s end.

 

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Pie In Face

I’m in the hotel room,

watching TV, sound turned down.

A fat Englishman is allowing himself to be humiliated,

he’s a comedian, overly well paid,

and the spectacle, I gather,

is for charity.

So, everybody is laughing and cheering raucously,

pleased to be participating in a good cause,

self-righteously glowing.

I can tell this without hearing the English words or general TV noise,

which would only confuse and repulse me.

I can also tell that somewhere nearby, tomorrow,

in a schoolyard, a playground, a city street,

a child, or several,

will be tortured by their classmates,

pretend friends,

who right now are smirking,

inspired by this comedy show.

Charity indeed.

 

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1

Less than two years ago, they knew me,

now, I’d been forgotten, apparently.

Actually, I’m glad I haven’t been recognized.

Both then and now, I was and am

an outsider,

separate but here,

with these kids,

together but apart.

Shared experience, but not identity.

I prepare myself for the coming exam.

I hear one ask another: “Who’s that?”

Then: “I don’t know, the anonymous one.”

I smile within myself: How far I have come!

 

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6.16

Remembering Wien.

The saddest-happiest I’ve ever been.

Haunted by memories,

infinite bad dreams,

I walk by the river…

Cold winds

suppress my scream.

 

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TVs, Old-Stlye & Green Screens

So much bullshit,

but with enough elements of truth,

to convince

and scare you to the core.

This thing they present as factual entertainment,

wherein elaborate make-up and special effects,

in scope and scale,

are behind only actors’ pay,

advertizers’ money,

fabrications

and lies.

 

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Red Luna (Illawarra Mercury)

I too am an outsider,

apart from the clique.

I too am a Fellow Traveler,

riven by angst,

rejection,

pain,

dejection:

what good deep thinking

and best intentions

in this shallow world?

… We try,

we really try,

and we die.

Futility engulfs,

hearts and minds sneer. …

Misunderstood,

scorned, we retreat,

inevitable defeat,

we despair:

base, self-centred adversaries

always seem

to ace.

 

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Georgii Brousentsov - Au bord de l'eau

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

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Joseph McCarthy

Sexualized Ukrainian orphan girls…

American dreams do come true.

 

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Drpping Tap (RTL.Au)

The tap keeps dripping…

Relentless,

remorseless,

uncaring, it seems,

that with each additional drip,

it is stealing another piece of my life.

 

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