Archive for the ‘Просветление’ Category

Doyarka, 1959

Seeking some kind of essential,

I milk bricks, daily.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Krichat ot boli (Screaming, noise assualt)

 

I’m trying to hear the voice within,

words sweet, nourishing and wise,

but too many voices without

are clamoring,

jabbering,

deafening

the vibe.

What hope,

enlightenment?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I shut my eyes

(people, place, confusion, mess)

and find I see

with much

greater

clarity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

People.

And shit.

People

are shit.

They come and they go.

Inconsistently, annoyingly, capriciously,

like ants in the sun and rain.

O’ if only they would stay (gone!).

Then, perchance, peace for me.

We meditate

(strive for enlightenment)

best alone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It rings so fucking hollow,

why would I choose to follow

your banal cacophony

into the abyss?

You don’t remember,

let alone mourn or miss,

the lost Jews of Salonika.

I, therefore, spit in your eye

and choose my own,

nobler way,

I try,

I strive,

I hope,

enlightenment.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat