Archive for the ‘Identity’ Category

Free speech on one side of the border means practically the opposite of the other.

Free? Yes, if it’s acceptable to the powers that be.

*Free?*

Not really.

They declare:

Choose which side you’re on.

Renounce as applicable,

past despicable.

I despair.

Indeed.

Society loves complicated simplification…

Reinventing the wheel,

toxic, caustic peel.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Her name was Arina.

She asked me if DDR meant

Deutsche Demokratische Republik

or

Das Dritte Reich.

“Hmmmm…” I said out loud,

“Since Königsberg became Kaliningrad,

is there any difference?”

At that point I felt a chill,

a whisper from the past,

a memory of intense cruelty,

of wanting to do unto others

as they have done unto you.

Sometimes wishful thinking,

sometimes real,

sometimes you don’t really want to,

but an order’s an order and,

when the Barrier Troops are behind you,

you do what you have to do.

I felt another chill,

looked down

and saw blood on the floor,

it was me,

bleeding,

such vivid red…

 

You look at the photo and wince,

it’s you, in another life,

ten years since,

you look so young and happy,

you can’t remember it,

water under the bridge, so much shit.

So long,

come and gone.

Betrayal, hard luck,

heartache.

It’s futile,

but you wonder,

which is the real you,

then or now?

 

A man gets out of a van, he has a clipboard and an air of self-importance. Loudly he calls my name…

 

Beatnik.

Sputnik.

Muttnik.

Refusenik.

High art, pop culture interpretations, history, rocket science, street dogs, saying yes to who you are, and saying no to who you don’t want to be. … Screw compromise – let it burn up on re-entry! Never to be touched by human hands again. … Perhaps ultimately we’re all destined to be space junk.

 

Yes!

I love it, I’m not offended.

Peace out.