Archive for the ‘бесполезность’ Category

Chernobyl Bison

 

Hero or fool…

There’s a fine line.

Firefighters and liquidators rue,

futility,

for which all was given…

Half-Life in Billions.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Self defense futile,

mutually assured decay,

cease, desist, delay…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Lilit (Lilith), John Collier, 1887

 

If you’re a cognizant being,

regardless of your position,

if you wait long enough,

and are quiet enough to listen,

a tsunami of futility will hit,

and

questioning the point of existence,

you will either run screaming

or curl into a foetal ball.

Your best hope?

Another world.

Sleep, friend,

embrace the pressure on your chest,

Lilit awaits.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“There now, isn’t that better?

We have the TV to distract us.

So much better than listening

to the sound of our own heartbeats

and contemplating the futility

of society and existence…”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Personally,

then and there,

I thought my actions were heroic.

I am informed, however,

here and now,

that my actions were foolish,

at best comedic.

Alas.

Place, time, mind.

Ironic.

Lifestyles,

constant farce,

futile.

I’m glad, at least, I made you smile.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

She tells me about her friend

and her problems,

so many problems:

medical, emotional, financial,

personal, general, universal.

She’s been mistreated and hard-done-by,

truly.

And to top it off,

she’s just turned 30,

she’s depressed,

she suddenly feels old.

Poor baby.

My heart bleeds.

With all her problems,

I believe,

she’s lucky she’s feeling anything.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Life, in this place and time:

a series of banal and futile exertions for which,

ultimately,

there is no thanks.

What hope?

What point?

What future?

Indeed.

And yet,

so many of us feel compelled

to breed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Fighting the system,

or cheating myself?

Futility bites.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Unnecessary, perhaps,

but it feels appropriate…

Such is everyday life,

society,

existence in this realm.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Running to stand still.

Sweating,

aware of the futility,

knowing,

tomorrow

we all slide down the hill.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat