Archive for the ‘Тоска’ Category

Потеря

Relentless.

News, views, blog posts,

talk,

rarely deep, occasionally meaningful,

usually shallow, repetitive,

chatter,

jarring, arrhythmic,

typically predictable,

always, alas, enthusiastic.

So tiring to be around.

I need to be alone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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1

Perpetual motion …

That thing you did yesterday,

must be done again.

… Banal “joys” apparently

never end.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Karl von Baden (Grossherzog), 1811

The historians didn’t ask me,

but actually,

Kaspar was a boy,

a son,

I’d have been proud to call my own.

On reflection, delicious irony,

he is said to have wanted to be

a rider, just like me!

What more could a father want?

(screw his mother!)

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Stéphanie de Beauharnais

Alexandre was guillotined:

It seemed the right thing to do.

And I was married to Karl Ludwig:

hateful turd.

As they say in the classics:

“Life is cheap

and toilet paper is expensive.”

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Kaspar Hauser 1

Wannabe, craving family,

will do whatever’s necessary …

At the end (and beginning) of the day,

we all need to be loved unconditionally.

Alas, so often this gets perverted,

sullied and torn,

exploited.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Wm i Mn 2

I love you,

truly I do,

but I like you only

when you’re a memory.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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1483. Johann von Armssheim_ Jewish & Xian Scholars Debate

In truly great debates,

yesterday and today,

both sides point fingers,

and preach, sanctimonious.

Through passion and “better angels”,

the introspective, true lovers of knowledge,

however,

are prepared to listen,

go back to the books,

and learn.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Meteor X

Humans, in their hubris, think that they know.

*They* do not know.

*I* do not know.

*We* can speculate, postulate, approximate.

But, we do not,

and can not, truly know.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Vremya

Wonderful, beautiful ideas,

I am driven to think, explore.

Strands enticing in myriad directions,

intriguing …

But life and time intrude,

like a neighbor’s chainsaw,

“reality”, hah,

the night is bleeding away.

Ultimate frustration, desperation,

despair,

I’m all too aware …

Tomorrow’s clock is ticking.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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SPb TV Tower

Leninist University of Millions on TV,

Welcome home, it’s telling me,

Happy day,

Yesterday.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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