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Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

“Maestro,” he said mockingly, knowingly,

“Stars belong only in the sky,

far from human grasp.”

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Children Of Hotel America

The anthropologist-ethnographer observes the couple on their wedding day. Between civil and religious ceremonies, they stop for Big Macs at McDonald’s. The anthropologist-ethnographer posits that the couple are making a declaration: they embrace modernity, capitalism, consumerism. Perhaps he’s right. Probably more likely, the couple are Lithuanians of a certain vintage, devoid of taste and pretense, hungry, they were attracted by the bright lights.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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3D Glasses

Writing’s on the wall,

or maybe it’s in your mind…

(isn’t everything?)

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Looking Over Cliff

Life…

Gradually the abyss is normalized.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Żyd wieczny tułacz

The decadence of everyday existence.

Horrors of war and banality.

Every day tragedy

(to which we are consigned) …

 

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B52, Cambodia

Geopolitics,

neopolitics,

matters of state neuroses,

lust, projection,

pissing competitions,

hate…

Aggression, progression, regression,

global Gordian fate.

 

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Pluto

They tell me:

Apparently,

*I’m* the oddity.

 

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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.

 

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baikal

Hope and *Believe*

in Miracles.

Because, what else do we have to grasp?

Cleopatra’s asp and fear?

No! … Despair sucks us down.

I know it’s so,

as pain persists,

but, if and when you can,

resist.

And believe in *some* kind of miracle,

a possibility,

whatever your mind’s eye can muster.

Look beyond the horizon:

see epiphany and bliss.

Then turn inward, friend,

intimate, honest, candid,

and speak to God.

Cry,

speak and listen.

Commune

with

Peace.

 

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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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat