Archive for the ‘Меланхолия’ Category

Black Square, Grunge Frame

Blank page, joyful thing.

Endless possibilities…

Limited by state.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Hot Air Balloon 1

Melancholy pervades today’s celebration.

Constant fragility.

Memories of yesterday,

betrayal and pain,

shaping tomorrow.

What hope?

 

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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.

 

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1459

With cynical pessimism,

pervading futility

and innate despair,

I embark on each new day…

Gloomily.

Reluctantly.

Somehow, however,

deep within, I feel,

miraculously,

things, ultimately,

will be okay.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

privichka_grizt_seba

Where once there was possibility,

now there is misery.

Life.

Hope.

Memories.

 

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9.24 Pregnant Wm & Girl

It used to be

that seeing and hearing such things

intrigued, stimulated,

inspired me.

Now, instead, they mock

and scorn,

reminding me of things that should have been,

of bloody reality,

and treacheries that broke my heart.

 

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Surgut, Storm Looms

Tired and forlorn,

every day seems

a perfect storm.

 

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Stroitelstvo-v-Sulazhgore (Karelia)

Right day, wrong year…

*Fuck, shit, suck!*

Another year older

and wiser…

And how I realize

Winter’s are too short!

 

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9.16 Malevich_ Black Square, 1913

So, you pray.

In all good & honest, believing

Faith,

you pray.

And still, yet more decay,

another set of problems, every day

emergencies.

So, you turn to people,

neighbors, friends,

you ask for help,

and silence.

People are busy with their own issues,

apparently, and dead to your needs.

Alas, you are all alone in this world,

stinging sensation,

on realization,

nauseous emptiness.

So, you pray again,

some kind of hope in your heart,

a glimmer of warmth,

you try to find,

it’s either that or suicide.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat