Archive for the ‘бесполезность’ Category

Drain 2

Mindlessly, we act and do,

variously, filling our days.

We fill

and we feel empty.

Meaninglessness drains,

ultimately kills.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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9.01

Yet again, the promise far exceeds delivery,

disappointment manifest.

Hope rises and sets

like a distant star

in a lost galaxy.

It gets harder to even try…

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

BDM

Sometimes, abject meaninglessness slaps me in the face.

Like celebrating someone else’s dream.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Walking Away_ Wm c Suitcase

We’re on the same page,

a sense of deliberate disconnectedness from present time & place

(which, to me it is clear, we can’t positively change).

It’s nice, while it lasts,

remembering the past,

acknowledging the hopelessness of the present

by extension.

Until she gets back to today,

torment and strain,

and like a TV preacher,

humanistic,

she declares

we need

to

“make it happen”!

Inside, I walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

2014.01.29

Nothing is impossible,

it seems,

except improvement

of situation.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

7.21 (1937)

Resistance is futile,

as is compliance.

Either way,

whatever we do,

we’re screwed.

(Human, all too human)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Executive Business Man Working At Office

Tired.

Nevertheless,

determinedly assiduous,

he completes the journal entry.

Compelled to record,

preserve, in essence, his existence.

Thus he writes:

another day full of details,

and meaninglessness.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Alexis I's bride-show by G.Sedov (1882)

Kundera got it wrong! (though he is a beautiful writer)

Try: the Unbearable Heaviness of Meaningless…

Futility in society,

manifest existence.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Death Valley 2

Sometimes,

an overwhelming futility feeling

washes over me

and I lose all energy,

all sense of possibility…

the future is foreboding,

no point in continuing,

no point in anything,

beyond this present moment…

I lie on the floor,

detach,

it’s all I have

and all I can expect.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

USA 2

So,

at airport security,

I refused to take my wristwatch off,

a Swatch, I know and love,

but, alas, the more you bend it

the sooner the strap will crack.

A simple thing, I told them,

an unnecessary futility.

So,

they tore my flight ticket

and took me away,

arrested.

Surely that’s not commensurate.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat