Archive for the ‘Память’ Category

Juno

I’m still in the hotel room, watching TV.

They tell me it’s the 75th Anniversary of *The Event*:

we must celebrate, commemorate our heroes,

focus (pocus), indeed

the few that are still alive.

They died for our liberty,

apparently,

albeit contradictory.

Living or dead, I *do* respect the sacrifice

of soldiers and sailors,

defying logic, following orders,

call of duty, the greater good,

hell on earth,

collective imperative

(yes, even yours).

But 75 is nothing

if 76 is not honored ten times more.

Sadly, alas, I know this will not be so.

Just as I know real heroes were treated like shit

at war’s end.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

6.16

Remembering Wien.

The saddest-happiest I’ve ever been.

Haunted by memories,

infinite bad dreams,

I walk by the river…

Cold winds

suppress my scream.

 

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Erich Honecker

These days, I find much comfort

sitting on my hands,

palms up.

Remembering

his enigmatic pseudo-smile,

Mona Lisa flip-side.

 

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False Dmitry 1 swears allegiance to king Sigismund III Vasa

Teetering, verge of break…

How many false Dmitris can we take?

Sun shines,

rays through glass,

lives and objects fade.

 

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Pinochet & Friends

Nothing seems to motivate people

(and evil)

quite like the prospect of wealth

and power.

Treason against self and collective,

“better angels” left to piss in wind.

 

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Protest re Demolition 2

(To the detractors and fashionable manipulators of history…)

You disgusting piece of shit!

Tell yourself the lie, if it helps you sleep at night.

Broadcast it in TV programs,

propagate your version of history

into “reality”.

And, furthermore, lie.

While I climb Sverdlovsk TV Tower

and, seeking truth,

dive.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1

In retrospect,

I’m glad I wasn’t born

an Ovechkin.

 

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Alexandre Dumas & Adah Isaacs Menken, 1866

Right day, wrong year…

I watch some TV,

This thing they show me…

Alas, it’s all too apparent,

mediocrity pays.

 

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Uvy

Every year it gets harder and harder to commemorate

the event,

not because *it* means less to me,

but rather as, the longer I live,

*everything* seems more and more meaningless.

… There is a difference.

 

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A ferris wheel and a carousel are abando

1,2,3.

Evidence, they say, of young lunar volcanism

and concentrations of radioactive elements.

Sometimes it’s nice to speculate…

Though Spring-time relative warmth

makes some people crazy…

Still,

still of night,

peacefully we were looking at the sky,

wondering.

Our friend.

123.

Nigh is end.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat