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Happy New Year!

The alarm sounded.

I got up, went to the bathroom,

pissed,

rinsed my mouth out,

and drank two glasses of water.

Back,

I switched the TV on.

BR, naturally.

Tele-Gym.

Nina Winkler.

Indeed.

I did my thing.

Panoramabilder would be next.

Comforting, somehow.

Like Alpine mountains.

Beautiful,

reliability, of sorts.

We seek stasis

and maintenance,

of youth and sanity,

in this temporal realm

of the transient,

of transience.

We try.

We don’t want to die.

We don’t anything we care about to die.

We try.

We do what we can.

We eschew publicly-stated plans,

like resolutions and manifestos,

knowing “the other” will use it as ammunition,

cause for demolition.

No fireworks, please,

use the expense more wisely!

Indeed.

Peace,

silence

and

Happy New Year.

 

A minute of silence,

maybe more is required,

to reflect upon

Lviv

(Lwów)

(Lost love).

What was and may have been,

gone,

as grudges long simmer,

scores to settle…

The complexities of people and history,

outside influences and pressures,

exerted,

in a place,

like space,

never empty,

but nonetheless void.

Where do you go when home no longer exists?

 

I struggle through the days,

to get to the nights,

so that I can drink beer,

get naked,

get… well, I’m always introspective,

and justifiably sleep.

Desperate attempt to find

detached,

numb bliss.

Such is life these days,

for as long as I remember,

I need to escape the bondage of society.

Goodnight.

It is time, as they say in the classics,

to let my girls go free.

 

Eva Braun visited me last night,

It was…

Interesting.

Misunderstood woman?

For sure!

Perhaps not on the level of

Joan of Arc, Cleopatra,

or even Mata Hari,

but definitely misunderstood,

even in the dreaming.

She and I were looking in the cupboards,

sorting our large collection of Canadian sardines:

surprised to find several cans way beyond their use-by date

(we put them to the front, ready to eat first),

and mortified to find a couple of cans busted open,

putrefied, wasted contents.

Inconsolable, almost,

I woke up.

And Eva was gone.

 

Taking Stock.

Posted: 2016-05-25 in Danuta, Hoping For Some Hope

What if I don’t care anymore?

Can I be stopped, when I don’t fear the consequences?

When I feel abjectly betrayed by the “societal contract”, am I still liable to its bonds and obligations?

 

Yes, I know it could be said that I’m “spinning my wheels”, so as to say. I feel it too, and it is most frustrating. Confusing fragments, life, death, memories, and strands of in/sanity. Soon though, I’ve got to believe, something will click, in a good way, and things will come together. Yes, believe.

Żubroń

Posted: 2016-04-29 in Blick!, Danuta, Thoughts For The Day

Well, there are doves, but they shoot them.

Peace has it’s price, after all.

Hawks too have been known,

to fly into glass windows

(human, societal constructs),

and fall to the ground,

squirming and writhing in bewilderment and pain.

“Where to next?” the Belarusian bison asked her friend the żubroń.

“Gotta be Buffalo, NY!”

Sometimes close enough is good enough.

Inexact.

Compromise and peace.

Silence.

Bliss.

Welcome to your holiday.

… 

I’ve said too much

and I haven’t said enough…

Wise words

and flipping the bird.

No one understands, fully.

Laconic.

Posted: 2016-04-09 in Danuta, Thoughts For The Day

Laconic.

I’ve said enough, and I’ve heard enough.

Supersonic.

Faster than the speed of sound, I’ve moved beyond the spoken word.

Iconic.

Your very own strong, silent hero.

Blissful,

bucolic, idyllic scene (we can dream),

peace abides and

heroic, I stand,

stoic and

laconic.

I’ve said enough…

Supermarket. Banal.

Get in and get out, ASAP.

That’s me.

Others, sigh, they seem to view it as a social event, and how they loiter (expansively!), talking to their tenuous comrades, reaching out, “connecting”, blocking the aisles, loud-low chatter, carts askew.

Me, I have my own indulgences, somewhat self-contained: I spend minutes studying product labels, trying to choose the best option, trying to decide the best fit. It’s incorporated into my ASAP (I wouldn’t expect that arm reaching past me, pushing in, to understand (Asshole!))…

 

We are together: same place, same time,

but we are apart.

Congregation of humanity,

each individual dealing with banalities,

his/her own,

we don’t understand one another (and we don’t really want to).