Archive for the ‘Samizdat’ Category

As an artist,

I realize the impossibility of replicating perfection.

As a plebian,

I understand your frustration and choose to let your criticism slide.

Monika.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

That news that horrifies,

That history that terrifies,

The impact is all in the telling,

Details emphasized,

We all bias,

Our fears amplify.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I have a dream,

expansive,

enlightening,

beyond the parameters of usual communication.

It’s something like…

The Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…

Imagine,

such a voyage of discovery,

futurity

and immensity…

(Open your mind,

let yourself go,

sail beyond the horizon…)

Such implications for humanity!

 

©ddr7hd

 

I read silently,

the words and imagery so beautiful,

my heart aches.

What hope realization,

or even partial manifestation,

in this imperfect world?

My heart breaks.

 

©ddr7hd

 

I dreamt I was someone else,

or maybe myself, in another time and place.

I was deep in conversation about the merits of the USSR approach.

“USSR approach to what? Global politics, internal economy, sporting success?” I wondered, wordlessly.

Meandering through neural pathways,

the answer formed like the wind crying

Mariya.

Literature.

Concentration,

Appreciation,

Peace.

Welcome to 1986.

 

©ddr7hd

 

“You wrote this shit?” he asked, standing over me, pages in hand.

I remained silent.

He repeated himself.

“Yes, I wrote that shit,” I replied, detached.

“Some of it, weirdly, I like. Most of it, though, is confusing, incoherent, shit. Shit which I don’t understand.”

I turned my head and sighed: “It’s a jigsaw, you have to put the pieces together. Think of it as interactive reading.”

“Think? I don’t want to think! And I sure as hell don’t wanna interact with a twisted little bitch like you!” he bellowed, laughing, demeaning, walking away.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Disconcerting.

Yes, that’s the word.

Sometimes

it takes some time…

 

©ddr7hd

 

Once upon a time,

they welcomed us

and our strange, brilliant ideas.

Funny, how things change.

It used to be hard to get out,

but get easy to get in.

And Lady Liberty smiled opaquely,

welcoming.

Then came openness and restructuring,

so as to say,

doors opened, doors closed,

houses were besieged,

some fell,

crumbled.

Now,

lines on maps fluid…

It’s easy to get out,

but hard to get in.

Big thinking no longer enough to impress,

indeed,

system will stress:

“No more welcome,

unless you undress…”

 

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.

 

What do you believe?

What do you know?

Mistake?

Terror?

Weapon?

Disaster?

Holodomor and beyond.

Emptiness, death,

betrayal, dearth.

Immoral,

evil,

depravity,

ultimate stupidity.

Stalin eats cake,

smokes,

chokes,

fears the shadow of his plush settee,

and shoots his left foot to spite his right.

Beyond this,

out of respect,

my page remains blank.

Empty,

but not starved.

Quiet

but not dead.

Lest we forget,

humanity’s regret.