MASTABA OF THE SIXTH DYNASTY VIZIER AND CHIEF JUSTICE KAGEMNI

Step by step

into the abode of the dead,

and amidst the stone

memory of Kagemni

what shall we find

but the shadows cast by

our own impermanent existence

into the flow of time,

which left of him these

carved walls

more lasting than flesh,

more lasting than these words

that perish while his

carved stone endures.

But the human being

himself, like us,

only dust.

29.04.2022

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NO TIME FOR RESURRECTIONS

The wooded horizon

a painting by Caspar David Friedrich,

trees rising dark against

a sliver of darkening

sky, haloed dark-gray clouds

hiding the descending Sun,

but no cross rising on the ridge;

this is no time for resurrections.

22.-29.04.2022

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DONATELLO'S(1386-1466) STATUE OF DAVID(CIRCA 1430-35)

 Old Testament Gay porn

at its best, Donatello -

no wonder you never married,

you horny old goat,

when you had youths

like that posing nude

through long Tuscan days

and hot nights.

27.04.2022

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DARFUR

The genocidaires

are killing again in Darfur,

but they are on the side of the 'West' now

because they recognized Israel,

and the people dying

are not white and blond,

unlike in Holy Ukraine,

and even if the genocidaires

are offering a port to Russian navy,

the 'West' can't be bothered with,

letting the people be butchered

by the Janjaweed

and their towns burned;

if it isn't happening in Holy Ukraine,

it doesn't matter.

26.04.2022

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AS IT SHOULD BE

The women of Manet

face the male gaze

with indifference

and challenge it.

"I'm naked.

So what?

You are still not

getting any pussy,

boy."

26.04.2022

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WAS IT WORTH IT

 All those Zen masters,

seeking but peace of mind

through decades of

learning and meditation,

and finding it only on the way

to their deathbed.

24.04.2022

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THE WATERS OF LETHE

Time, in its flow,

erases everything.

Even our sorrow

of witnessing

its great devouring

of our loved ones.

21.-24.04.2022

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THE STORY OF MY LIFE

   How terrible it is to be

an essentially decent person -

or what remains of one -

yet to be causing

more innocent suffering

than many utter bastards

have 'achieved'...

24.04.2022

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TRIPOLI

 If you don't want your aged

M113 armoured personnel carriers

to be forced to withdraw before a crowd,

you shouldn't have rammed a dinghy

full of desperate people.

24.04.2022

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AS THE TREETOPS BATHE IN ORANGE SUNBEAMS

The Sun burns bright amidst

the trees in shadow,

and here I, setting aside

the laptop and the coffee mug,

am set for my first breath

of fresh Spring air

in the cooling dusk.

24.04.2022

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SPRING EVENING

 As the evening advances,

the white clouds part

and sunlight floods

the exhumed

autumnal landscape

for its resurrection.

23.04.2022

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LEAVE GOOD MEMORIES BEHIND YOU

Of this life,

only memories

will be left,

and one day,

only others will

carry us in memories,

so, leave good memories

of your brief time

on this Earth.

21.-23.04.2022

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THE ONLY TRUE THING YOU CAN LEAVE BEHIND TO YOUR LOVED ONES

Only memories will be left

when we are gone,

so leave good memories

to those who shall

one day bring flowers

to your grave.

21.04.2022

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RESURRECTION IN DUSK

 This evening landscape

a moody painting

by Caspar David Friedrich,

dark silhouettes of trees rising on

haloes of sunlight around dark clouds;

this with scattered birdsong -

and inside me a yearning

to cry from happiness and sorrow,

for this so familiar a scene

is now for me only

- and for an early butterfly,

fluttering around and destined to die

in the coming cold night,

not knowing its time will end

before it spawned life.

22.-23.04.2022

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NEFFI

In the snow-girdled

forest of the spring

soft memories of better,

happier years,

and bitter, coming sorrow,

walk with us

on old and tired

legs of four

through bright shafts

of the Sun

cast across

cold winter shade.

20.04.2022

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WHEN DID OUR SUN FADE?

 How is it that the light

filling our memories

is brighter than that

flowing pale now through

the late fields of winter?

When did our Sun

so much fade?

10.04.2022

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NOTES ON ASPECTS OF DIVINE INTERACTION WITH MORTALS IN THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY

  The male gods came

to mate and rape mortals,

women, girls and boys,

often ravishing in the

guise of animals,

yet the goddesses,

in their lustier moments,

only came forth as

alluring, irresistible

women for mortal men

to enjoy - as long

as it took them to

beget a future hero

befitting some

tragic destiny;

for 'some reason'

no befuddlement over

very different anatomies,

no penetration of birds

or bovines for the

mortal men,

nor a male god

born from a vagina

cast adrift.

09.-10.04.2022

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THE SPEAR OF THE SUN

Pale shaft of 

sudden sunlight

breaking through

hurts the eyes

in the gray morning;

and as quickly

as it pierced

it's gone,

all light gray

on the white land.

09.04.2022

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WAITING FOR SPRING

You expect the spring,

and there they are,

again, snowflakes,

falling in droves

through the grey skies

to the frozen floor

of your mind.

09.04.2022

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KEEP YOUR PROMISES

Opening a book

is a promise

to read it,

made

to yourself.

08.04.2022

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THE LIGHT AND COLOURS OF THE LANDSCAPE

1

Landscape's

deepening hues

in the fall of the

autumn dusk

gathered

in shadows.

2

The snows deep blue

when the shivering land,

coyly,

strips from darkness.

3

Between the gray sky

&

white fields of snow

the forest, in black.

The spring

on another leaf

of April.

27.09.2015-04.02.2021-08.04.2022

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SUNSHINE ON A LATE WINTER MORNING

  Not long in memory will survive

these golden scenes and the peace

they in mind evoke now;

when the shimmering fields of snow

are running brooks, singing among

the dead grass of a summer long past,

not an image of this will linger -

older memories, growing thick and

strong, alluring and bitter in loss,

enduring, will then be re-unveiled

by light like this glimmering

on these same ridges and hills.

06.04.2022

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THE CROWN OF THE ANDES

 Beautiful crown

for a statue,

the age-old ritual

of crowning

a goddess,

with

riches the hands

of slaves

wrought from

the mountains,

each gram of

gold, each

gemstone,

paid for with a

human sacrifice.

06.04.2022

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UGLY PARENTS CAN HAVE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN

Grey-white, dim landscape,

billowing snow

yesterday,

today

palest blue fields

in shimmering light.

06.04.2022

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LUNAR DREAM

 Walk in earthlight

across billion-year-old landscape's

ragged silence.

05.04.2022

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NO HEALER TIME

Time doesn't heal,

it makes us forget,

as people and societies,

the terrible things

that reminded us

of others' sufferings.

05.04.2022

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JUST A NORMAL DAY

There is nothing that will survive

of this cold April mid-day,

bleakly veiled in the newly fallen

snow of a dying winter,

no memory to the coming days

to be slashed across time,

every moment lost before death

gives all days the same burial.

05.04.2022

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IT JUST IS, NOTHING MORE

There is no inherent meaning

in the life of a human being,

no lasting one

they can themselves

imprint on it;

it is, it flows,

a muddy brook,

rushing or withering

to stagnant pools,

reflecting random shadows,

then dries up, ends,

the hungry soil

indifferently nourishing

itself with the marrow

of a pointless existence.

05.04.2022

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AFTER DECADES

  Jedi, Valkkari, Juho -

how much pain

still just to see

you in old photos,

ordinary

moments captured,

dragged across

these years

of more loss,

you who never

hurt anyone

except through

your own sufferings

they had to witness.

05.04.2022

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HUMANITY'S PLACE IN THE GREAT CHAIN OF BEING

 Nothing we do matters

in the great scheme of things,

because, let's

be honest here,

there is no

great scheme of things

that itself would matter

in this mortal universe.

From void to void,

with some foam

on the space-time

in-between.

05.04.2022

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OUR CORPORATE MASTERS AND THEIR POLITICIAN SERVANTS

These 'people' demand

"return to normalcy"

dancing on the graves

of twenty-million

human beings,

pretending not to notice

the piles of bodies

being added.

05.04.2022

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BEYOND MAN'S FALL

After the end, the beginning,

the long, long humid spring

of flowers learning to bloom

in open niches and the skulls

of cities and their makers,

yet in that ten-million-year spring,

when evolution's starburst

remakes the once insignificant

into myriad ruling forms, echoing

creations of much older springs

following nature's own harsh winters,

likely none to give us one

more moment of reflected existence,

no Ozymandian work of ours

left standing in the

deserts of Chronos

to be witnessed with wonder

by some mind reaching to sapience.

Life, abundant, endures,

travels between the stars

in the begetting cosmic dust,

but intelligence, once extinguished,

hardly re-emerges in some deviant Eden

to bloom in the new summer

under the aging Sun.

26.03.2022

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THE SILURIAN HYPOTHESIS

We shudder when facing the great abyss of time,

through which we slowly changed from fish

to our primate form; this garb we dream

of shedding for some immortality beyond flesh,

while playing with ideas of what civilizations might

have arisen and fallen, as we were mere

animals, and now gone to a void past

geology's ability to give an immortality in the strata.

A thought experiment to show our ignorance,

even as we now play with the planet,

a careless Great Dictator of a species; warning

that not even our grinning skulls might

welcome to sentience those who could ascend

through our fall; some species more wise

and noble, who could reach past Earth's grip

on celestial wings, which for us were

those of Icarus. Unremembered, the abyssal sea

of time would forever hid our pointless struggle.

02.-03.04.2022

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