Archive for the ‘Мысли на день’ Category

Sunset Above Clouds

Repetitive, incoherent, negative.

Sometimes, but aren’t we all?

Stresses of life, system, thinking, toll.

Confusion.

… Unpoetic? Never!

Philosophical? Always!

… When I was a child, I had a rock collection.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Lena, Soldata (Gunner), Vesna 1945

He accused me of not paying attention,

of not being present, so as to speak.

Obviously, such sentiment depends upon definition.

And I, am thinking about something much greater, than this time and place …

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Silhouette of woman in yoga lotus meditation position front to s

I didn’t ask to be born.

I didn’t ask for this or that thing to go wrong.

Nevertheless, I live, and *try* to believe the best.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Musidora (Etty)

It’s like, when you realize that your hero isn’t all you imagined,

but amplified:

when you understand that nobody is quite

what they could or, even should, be.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Dina

I don’t remember, I have no memento, or evidence.

Did it ever happen?

Apparently so, others tell me,

as I am here, in this shape and state,

pains and feelings,

matter and meaning, grudging acceptance.

Regardless, I have suspicions.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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1923. Weimar_ Burning Money For Heat

This proud thing we’ve built,

this house of cards,

alas,

always on brink of next disaster.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Siren, 1900

The funeral was depressing and disappointing

precisely because it was about the wishes and desires

of the living.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Kiel Mutiny

If I work hard and abide by the rules, they told me, I too could have an expensive boat moored at the marina.

I knew it was a lie, that the deck is always rigged. And, besides, I haven’t had a desire to be “onboard”, so as to speak, since Kiel, 1918.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Mururoa Atoll 2

Beauty will save the world,

it is said.

Perhaps, and it may well have been meant to be so.

But, alas …

What if the beauty has been buried so deep under evil and badness, human self-centeredness,

that it has no chance?

In a strange parody of the carbon release scenario plaguing the planet, imagine that the beauty simply cannot be found and/or released.

What hope then?

We die in an ugly world.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Walking Away, Alone, Snow

Beautiful freedom

in being ignored,

freedom to reciprocate:

my time and mind, expressive,

can be mine!

 

(To be continued…)

       

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