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Meditation, Sunset, Beach, Naked

Another time, another place,

maybe I’d fight, “save face”.

But today, tonight, I don’t care.

Zen.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Music Festival Crowd, Aus

Too many faces,

too much noise,

not enough space.

Thoughtful contemplation,

wisdom attempts, impossible,

in a time and place without off switch.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

TASS, Moskva, 1978

People demand the job be done ASAP,

time is money, they say,

but sometimes, the time just isn’t right,

and some things shouldn’t be rushed,

regardless.

… Take a lesson from yesterday,

unless you want tomorrow’s garbage today.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Black Square

In a dark room, there is peace,

no mirror to reflect in superficially,

no window to see or hear others through.

In a dark room, in quietude,

without external distraction

without sensory stimulation

and base manipulation,

left alone,

there is freedom to be deep,

to detachedly think,

to commune with my soul.

In solitary confinement,

my captors assume I will angrily stew

and tear myself apart,

but they are wrong:

In solitary confinement,

I rejoice!

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

Words fail me.

Or do I fail words?

I want to communicate my love and pain.

I want to reach out, express feeling and compassion.

But nothing seems quite right,

tonight;

only silence gets close,

to meaningful words.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1990 McDonalds Moskva

So, this is what freedom tastes like?

Greasy.

Alas, I prefer goulash.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Greuze, Jean-Baptiste, 1725-1805; The Letter Writer

It speaks volumes…

But doesn’t everything,

if you listen…

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

If I had,

but I didn’t,

so don’t (remind me, or pull me down, under, to drown) …

It’s gone.

I tried.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Oblomov

I’m tired of the story, the constant indulgence, the character development, the self-righteous soul-baring, the family and friends, the prissy do-gooding, the cooking and lifestyle tips. They seem to think I give a shit (occasionally, I suppose I do). They seem to think that I will stay tuned for inordinate episodes in coming weeks, months and years, to learn how America’s sweetheart gets on in life. But, really, I’ve had my fill. Today, I unplug, unsubscribe, say sayonara, goodbye. … Go back to reading Oblomov.

tishe 1

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

People are idiotic

and yet we listen to their words,

allowing hurt to linger in our minds,

hate to penetrate our souls.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat