Archive for the ‘Нигилизм’ Category

Birobidzhan, 1999 (2)

The neighbors take great delight in broadcasting

the progression of their happiness,

their version of fulfillment,

for everyone to see.

“Aren’t they doing well?” “Good for them!”

Ostentatious scum!

The sweetness of their hollow success is magnified by my sad bitterness.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Surok, 1987

As rain continues to falls in torrents

and my faith disintegrates,

negative acceptance gives

a slither of grim comfort:

he hates us

and wants us to suffer.

And then what?

It’s not as if I can rely on nature or humanity.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ilya Repin_ Nichilista, 1883

They questioned my loyalty,

but I did not swear fealty,

to them or their system,

I made no oath,

not even to myself.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Drain 1

Cycle of humanity,

circling, swirling,

clockwise and anti,

every day …

further down drain.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

BDM

Sometimes, abject meaninglessness slaps me in the face.

Like celebrating someone else’s dream.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

7.21 (1937)

Resistance is futile,

as is compliance.

Either way,

whatever we do,

we’re screwed.

(Human, all too human)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dina

I want to know more,

to learn

and experience

this realm of existence.

Words and meaning,

touch, sensation,

joys, peace,

tranquillity and noise.

I’m intrigued

and I want to be enlightened,

but my head is spinning

and I’m overwhelmed.

Somewhere nearby, a voice is shouting,

distracting, annoying,

and a cuckoo clock loudly calls…

And

I fall down.

The epitome of humanity.

Life on the ground.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Nuclear Depth Bomb - USS Agerholm, 1962

Close, or

from a distance,

it’s hard to tell the difference.

Beginning or end,

enemy or friend.

Give it up,

pretense and defense,

succumb to inevitable,

depravity of senses,

depth charge

and obliteration.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Stalingrad, Wasted (Nazis)

The Nazi groaned, pained:

Eukodal and Pervitin,

made life worth living.

 

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Тег мокрая

Allegedly, apparently, or possibly

(depending on who’s telling me),

I’ve become something

I used to despise.

And,

I don’t care.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat