poetry

Петербургские  Фантазии

Остались храмы, здания, фасады, и чьи-то храпы, кости, подрагивающие зябко меж прозрачной плоти. Вокруг- как будто бы обычно, хоть облачнее кажется порой (что и есть туристу непривычно, как будто все остыло). По сути, эта блеклая среда да та же сырость подходят как нельзя невидимой толпе, которой (брезглива, бережлива ли) ни глаза ни силы не способен… Continue reading Петербургские  Фантазии

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poetry

Black Holes

A long traveler with poor sight, I stroll across a street lined with sharp eyes. Twinklers with no birth dates, their gaze pins me down from heights of great pillars unsplashed by the common sea. Some strange and proud, still others so sweet, eyes lovely; these would gladly make me forget the lies, emptiness, worm-holes… Continue reading Black Holes

Music&Poetry

Once in August

No cake, this time, for us. A broken fifth sounds hollow, but right; My company this sedative night - A cold bright beam, gives off no musk. Perhaps the climate is to blame, (surely, feelings can't be lame) Or else, the stars. You know - they fall in heaps these days And no one ever… Continue reading Once in August

Open Talks, Words&Roots

The Age of Emotional Innocence

How  does a young human being go about learning of its inner self? In this era of the new "great depression," seeking answers too often resembles standing in front of a shattered mirror with a pile of fractured and broken pieces and no reflection. Whilst outside booms the 21 century. Seeing no reflection, one just… Continue reading The Age of Emotional Innocence

Music&Poetry, Travel and Life Journals

Sounds of Verses

The idea of explaining music or putting it into words has never been sympathetic to me. Superficial talks about the nature of Music also leave me untouched and  skeptical, even more so now than before. I had held many such talks, I believed in them, I was  disappointed in them. They resembled 50/50 versions at… Continue reading Sounds of Verses

Open Talks

Exclusivity Excludes Peace?

78 years ago, on the verge of a world catastrophe, a famous poet sat down and wrote: "We must love one another or die" ...and not being able to come to terms with these 7 words, erased 100 lines from his collected works.  To the modern ear this sounds on the brink of too much… Continue reading Exclusivity Excludes Peace?

Open Talks

Cupping Time

Years ago, growing up and doing a lot of reading, I would often get bored with long monologues .Today I'm ashamed of the fact that not having the heart to skip them, I used to skim over them, which I found to be a more conscience-friendly way of helping them out that other ear. Things… Continue reading Cupping Time

poetry

In memoriam J.B.

Nothing ever dies And no one is more alive, Than your severe and ironic rhymes. In blind man's darkness I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights; I don't see the righteous Neither do I look behind. What can I do but advance, Given no light, though gifted a guide. A guide who took me… Continue reading In memoriam J.B.

P.S. (Personal Postscriptum on Literature)

P.S. on Leo Tolstoy’s Marriage Diaries

"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."  - One of Tolstoy's best-known quotes, for the reason of our universal nodding to it. Surely we know Anna Karenina which birthed it, (or probably vice-versa), we know War and Peace, we may likewise know  his novels and stories - but there… Continue reading P.S. on Leo Tolstoy’s Marriage Diaries