Archive for the ‘Pensées du jour’ Category

Pained

This morning,

I read a book, an article or two,

and I learned something

intriguing.

Now, some hours have passed,

work and chores demanded,

my mind bombarded,

banal clutter and noise.

And

I feel dazed.

Only a vague memory remains,

a hazy, untouchable recollection,

that I used to know something

which was intriguing.

… Alas, frustrating,

deadening life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Sophie Momoro

The bourgeois liberals get overly excited,

carried away,

decadent excess, some say.

Alas, entirely reasonable,

understandable behavior,

I counter:

For, once the Divine is removed from our thinking,

what grounds for satisfaction do we have

beyond carnal, sensual pleasure,

base indulgence and arousal?

… Yes, let them eat cake too!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Merkel & Macron (WW1 End 100yr Anni, 2018)

Balls of steel?

For the politician,

try balls of plasticine.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hole (Sky View)

We play the game

(though it degrades us),

we are told we are meant to play,

and we believe it proper

(but, inside, if we listen,

it *feels* so wrong).

… Molested soul,

gaping hole:

the more you take,

the bigger it grows!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Sakhalin 1

Banal enemies:

May their worst-case scenario

become reality!

Their pitiful existence sucks!

Truly, they are beneath me,

but like an insect, hell-bent,

barb deployed,

greeting withheld,

they bite.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Piton de la Fournaise, 2004

Disembodied voice,

blast from past,

blood runs cold,

memories and nausea,

molten lava in head.

… Sometimes,

for some people,

the less said

is best.

… Piton de la Fournaise!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat