Archive for the ‘Меланхолия’ Category

Wave of futility sweeps over me…

Kalahari iceberg melts,

washes my dreams away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sport is a rort, these days.

If you wanna make it work

you have to play the game,

smile ambiguously,

entertain …

TV interview …

… Say the right things, at the right time,

in the appropriate sickly sweet voice,

and you’re in.

… You win!

Alas, shame I don’t speak American…

… Lingua Franca,

and discarded morality…

We dance for Dollars

and cents.

 

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Something beautiful,

or at least I thought it was,

and/or wanted it to be.

Now tarnished,

sullied with hurt and pain.

Communication breakdown.

 

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It is.

It was.

And it is gone.

 

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So, woe.

I didn’t get sent away on a Philosopher’s Ship.

Apparently I have something better to offer…

Indeed,

a train awaits, pointing the other way,

for me and my comrades a cattle car,

teplushka.

 

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Milestones?

Millstones!

Expectations

and flagellations.

Society, others and self drag one under…

… As waves crash on the shore

and life washes away.

 

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Rapidity and run to the market.

Snipers taking pot-shots

and big-shots cashing in

(on our glorious history

and our current misery).

So, this is capitalism?

Like Sarajevo…

The much-vaunted freedom from Communism?

… Your vapidity gives me the shits.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I’m an optimist:

when they leave,

I don’t expect them to come back…

 

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Human existence…

Limited resistence.

Every now and then you run into a wall,

jaded, wise and cynical,

you realize the futility of it all.

Thousands of years of evolution,

one way or another,

for this?

(Poxy pinnacle!)

Why do we go on?

(Deluding ourselves with stupid songs…)

As a species,

when our primal urges are thwarted,

frustrated,

our lofty ambitions of improvement fail,

banality and futility reign,

and there is no hope,

what,

what is there left to live for?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Last night I dreamt of family…

It was OK,

pleasant, the way it should be

(… bearing no resemblance to reality).

 

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