Archive for January, 2020

Konstantin Yuon, Komsomol Girls (1926)

My good intentions,

distracted by digression,

stretched elastic breaks.

Elastic, Broken

(To be continued…)

       

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Grave Stones

Suicide is not legitimate,

says the man in the ivory tower.

From a comfortable position,

he is free to think and philosophize.

He who doesn’t know true agony, pain,

hopelessness, futility,

screaming-in-my-head existential absurdity,

he is always quick to cast the first stone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Oblomov

I’m tired of the story, the constant indulgence, the character development, the self-righteous soul-baring, the family and friends, the prissy do-gooding, the cooking and lifestyle tips. They seem to think I give a shit (occasionally, I suppose I do). They seem to think that I will stay tuned for inordinate episodes in coming weeks, months and years, to learn how America’s sweetheart gets on in life. But, really, I’ve had my fill. Today, I unplug, unsubscribe, say sayonara, goodbye. … Go back to reading Oblomov.

tishe 1

(To be continued…)

       

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Claw Marks, Red

Do not underestimate the desperate,

that person you have consigned to disregard,

contempt and loathing.

No matter how “low” they seem to go,

there is always a possibility, a chance, a switch,

and in clawing desperation, ardor and rage,

their ragged fingernails

can and will

shred your hubris,

your face.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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VR 5G, Nokia Ozo

Escape, connect, or both?

Tomorrow, they imply, we can have everything,

virtually!

Modern times, expensive toys,

gimmicks, delusions, ploys,

your lack of imagination is a plus,

as they foster the illusion of choice,

*someone* is pressing our buttons.

… This does not augur well.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Surok, 1987

As rain continues to falls in torrents

and my faith disintegrates,

negative acceptance gives

a slither of grim comfort:

he hates us

and wants us to suffer.

And then what?

It’s not as if I can rely on nature or humanity.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

People are idiotic

and yet we listen to their words,

allowing hurt to linger in our minds,

hate to penetrate our souls.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Окно

On the outside looking in.

On the inside looking out.

Both detached

from some sort of reality.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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JF Bazille, Étude de nu

Misspoken, or misunderstood.

Your language, or mine,

all words matter, depending on how they’re taken.

Standing with phrasebook, desperately searching for something adequate to convey emotion and feeling.

Tired, so tired.

Time to lie down.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Vishnya

How quickly things change,

when we don’t want them to.

Sadly, the opposite is also true.

This life is a cherry bowl of clichés and pathos,

instability mixed with insecurity,

recipe to erode your will and psyche.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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