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Sornyaki

It’s wonderful, I guess,

that she gets a feeling of fulfillment from *that*,

I, alas, don’t.

Yet, I am judged by her standard, her mores.

While I don’t cast any stones, I stand condemned.

Is this fair?

 

(To be continued…)

       

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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…)

       

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Viewing Malevich's Black Square

How does one value Art?

It’s surely in the eye of the beholder,

cliché, but true.

Does it really matter if “the market” values it as worth millions,

if you think it mediocre? (and vice versa)

Worth, and dearth, of imagination,

often, we like what we’re told is “good”.

And, while, we’re talking about evil,

does it make much difference if Art is stolen by Nazis,

or bought and locked away by a rich, compulsive collecteur?

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Окно

On the outside looking in.

On the inside looking out.

Both detached

from some sort of reality.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Fox Hunt 2

The English gentry get angry,

very angry,

when they get confronted.

Gentry, “genteel”, “gentlemen”,

*scum*.

Like demonic children they prance about,

utterly pretentious,

dressed to kill,

armies of dogs and idiot villagers in support,

foxes to slaughter,

today and tomorrow,

they rejoice in bloody hell.

Above everything, though, it’s a statement,

of their rights and privilege:

they are the upper class,

and you must never question them,

their authority,

or

their stupidity.

Sputnik_ Hunter Attacks Protester

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Black Square

Close eyes, open mind.

Try, think of something different.

Dark room liberty.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Steen_ Vino & Mockers

OK, it’ starting to make sense…

The coarseness of your expression,

the pain of your existence,

glimpses of futility,

reminded of your place,

the so-called underclass

(no wonder you’re so crass!),

cannon fodder, one way or another,

exploited and abused, gutted,

occasionally you react,

illogically, apparently,

as best you can,

you make a statement…

Notes and expletives from the stewing depths.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Trusiki, Dollars, Sale

They seem to think that bombarding me with consumerist, commercial gimmicks, “must haves” and “right nows” will increase their relevance; make me relent, to “buy” their thinking and ways.

They are wrong.

Every day I am more and more detached,

repulsed.

… Walk away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Чёрная Пятница

They put you on the spot,

saying this offer is too good to miss,

it’s now or never, customer!

Buy, or die,

they imply.

Tempting, encouraging, “exhorting”.

They manipulate and extort.

Black Friday,

saturation and lies.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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PSR B1509-58

The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.

He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.

He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,

until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.

And God, he poses,

as if he knows, definitively:

“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”

As if, indeed, he knows.

… Like the wind blows,

he too will fade away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat