AWAKENING AT NIGHT

 The day wasted,

long hours slept

away, thrown

down into the abyss

of the void

which awaits

at the ending

of these mirthless

trips around the Sun.

09.02.2022

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SEE THE FANGS OF TOMORROW CLOSE IN II

The future in its

gaping maw holds

the frail today,

shivering with dread,

and doomed.

04.05.2013-23.10.2020-05.02.2022

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REMEMBER II

Remember, you are a mortal,

always one heart-beat away

from oblivion; as you began

a new text, write, then,

each sentence as if

it would be your last.

13.O2.2021-05.02.2022

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SISYPHUS IN WINTER

 The wind, howling,

drives snow

across the path

I made through

the snowbank

blocking the driveway.

04.02.2022

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BEGETTING THE DAY

The dawn shivering

unbinds the girdle

of the luscious night.

04.02.2022

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WINTER TWILIGHT

 The night descending

hides the fallen snow

lacking footprints.

04.02.2022

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STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE(1832-1916)

Wanting to avoid unduly interest

towards the collection he had edited,

he wrote a 60 page preface

to protect the poems

from the eyes of readers -

the poems he had made

by cutting Shelley's verse dramas

happily into pieces.

04.02.2022

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AS THE PALE DAYS GROW LONGER

The black hours of the night

sweeter than the pale hours

of the day, washed gray.

The day reveals, cruelly;

the night hides, comforts

with its impenetrable darkness.

02.02.2022

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OUT OF EDEN

Light from the globular cluster Messier 14

for thirty-thousand years traveled

to be captured by our telescopes,

and on some ancient planet there

they are capturing the spark of light

from Earth that was just out of Eden

and Cain washing from his hands

the blood of his Neanderthal, Denisovan,

Floresiensian brothers...

18.01.-02.02.2022

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HOMO SAPIENS SAPIENS

The date is late,

the night is at hand

and beyond the dark hours

no waiting dawn.

In this darkness

without hope of stars

all that was life

shall dissolve.

02.02.2022

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ASTRONOMICAL LECTURE DURING THE PANDEMIC

 "Collision is inevitable...

but it's not on the list

of things we have to

worry right now",

says the astronomer

about Large Magellanic Cloud's

collision with the Milky Way;

about the same time as

Andromeda and

Milky Way

are engaged

in their long mating dance,

giving birth to supernovas,

and on the Earth

the last living things

huddle deep in the crust.

02.02.2022

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TWO PAINTINGS OF LOT AND HIS DAUGHTERS BY FRANS FLORIS THE ELDER(1519-1570) OR HIS PUPILS

 This was a common subject

from the Renaissance through the Baroque

and beyond: Lot and his daughters,

the latter getting him drunk

so that they can sleep with him,

believing that the rest of humanity died

as Sodom and Gomorrah perished,

and that they have to carry his offspring

to save it. So science fictional;

and in these paintings, this misguided

incest for the sake of believed greater

good becomes pornography,

nowhere as revealingly as

in these two paintings.

The girl, seemingly the younger sister,

whose breast Lot graps

looks directly at the viewer.

There is nothing of the lust of the

intoxicated old man in her eyes.

In other paintings of Lot and his daughters

the voyeur is not acknowledged, drawn

into the drunken sex scene.

They are allowed to enjoy their

religiously veiled pornography without

having to accept their role in it.

Here, the sullen gaze of the girl

forces the viewer to accept

their role as part of the painting

- that it's not for the continuation

of humankind that these two girls

are seducing Lot, it's for the

sake of titillating the audience

of the painting. They are degrading

themselves so that the voyeur

can enjoy his pornography,

sanctified by the biblical theme.

30.01.2022

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IF, THIS TOO, ENDS IN DEATH

How many deaths

on the conscience it takes

for the heart to give up?

How many deaths?

Or is it the conscience

which withered dies?

24.01.2022

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BEFORE OBLIVION'S GATE

  Even near the end,

when its whispers

susurrate

at the edge of

understanding,

we think

it's just the beginning.

24.01.2022

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28.01.2017

  You came back from the neighbour,

walked to the living room

where I had fallen asleep

watching Liverpool lose,

and you were happy of that result,

sprightly, everything normal,

and in ten hours

all would end.

24.01.2022

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IN THE WARMTH OF THE LATE EVENING OF MID-JANUARY

A black winter night,

with the sound

of falling

rain.

The crisp, cold

light of the late dawn

like a mirage

of the mind.

19.01.2022

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FEMININE CHARMS

 The coy statues of Venus,

trying and failing to hide their charms,

make a man forget that he is a mortal,

like Paris who chose fame,

and that she is a goddess

governing his fate.

19.01.2022

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THE ZADAR VENUS STATUE

  Like ravaged by some

serial killer of the modern imagination,

the torso of Venus emerges,

cut in half, the modest bosom

and the head lost

to the greedy, cruel

touch of the satyriatic time.

18.01.2022

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MEN THINK OF SEX TWICE IN AN HOUR, WOMEN ONCE A DAY

Morlocks and Eloi

men and women,

beasts and the real people

the former are feeding on.

18.01.2022

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MID-MORNING

Awash in orange-red light,

illusion of warmth,

the horizon of

landscape and time

at dawn.

18.01.2022

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IF YOU CAN'T BE THE HERO

 If you can't be the hero

of your own life,

better to be its bystander

rather than its villain.

17.01.2022

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IF ONLY I COULD HAVE REACHED THROUGH THE SCREEN TO TOUCH YOU

 To PRC 

Just seeing you show

your thighs to me

yesterday

has left such a deep

longing in me,

impaling me

with desire.

17.01.2022

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IN THE MULTIVERSE

Remember, in the multiverse

there are infinite number

of versions of you

who have it even worse...

17.01.2022

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OF REGRET

Regret is such a debased coin,

minted in endless supply,

yet - how bitter still

to fill hands with it!

17.01.2022

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PARTED

 What it matters that he

won't touch another one,

when he isn't touching

her, like he used to,

with cold fingers

running on hot skin,

aching? How

could he ever

feel the same

as in those moments,

buried so deep in

the loam of years,

and yet growing

tender and bitter

memories, ample like

the declines and swerves

of the flesh which

the yearning

hands remember?

07.01.2022

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OUR HUMAN LOT

In the end,

as in the beginning,

you are

nothing.

But then,

you are human.

06.01.2022

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MOTES OF DUST IN A MORTAL COSMOS

 If it's any consolation,

the existence of a giant star,

like the orange Aldebaran

or the red Betelgeuze,

is as pointless

as ours,

from dust and gas

to dust and gas

and singularity,

yet -

theirs is an existence

unburdened

by the knowledge

of it's worthlessness.

03.01.2022

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POST-COUP DEATH TOLL IN SUDAN REACHES 56

 Apparently

recognizing Israel

turns Darfur genocidaires

into respected statesmen,

and makes the killing of

unarmed demonstrators,

dying to defend democracy,

quite justified and the proper

thing to do.

After all,

in the greater Middle East

and the near regions,

there can be only

one democracy -

or so they say,

in the 'West'.

03.01.2022

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ON THE THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

In the last gloom

of the day

in the mid-afternoon,

snow from clouds

to the frozen ground

of my mind.

03.01.2022

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HETA(1998-2009) AND MUSKA(2009-2018)

Paw-prints on the

lunar dust

of my mind.

03.01.2022

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ON THE SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

  This future was much more

enticing when I was

reading of it in

cyberpunk dystopias.

02.01.2022

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ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

 So far now

from the blessed years

that were the home country

from which time

has exiled me.

01.01.2022

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ON THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR

Unmoored, drifting

over another latitude, longitude

on this shrouded, shoreless

ocean of time, in which

we have been cast into

from the void of non-being

that awaits.

31.12.2021

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IN THE MAELSTROM

Here we have been

so often -

at every moment

in our lives,

as it happens,

the past

and the future

meeting, separating

in the forever

fleeting,

shattering,

enduring

Now.

30.12.2021

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PYRRHIC VICTORIES

 We have defeated

the Past on many

battlefields,

yet those were

hard-fought victories,

Pyrrhic ones;

we lost so much

to gain them.

And now,

we hear that a new enemy,

the Future,

is raising a mighty host.

30.12.2021

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FUTURE CONQUERS ALL

  Facing

the invincible Future,

conqueror of all,

we are all losers

marching to our

inevitable defeat.

30.12.2021

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THE SECOND PLAGUE YEAR, NEAR THE END

  The year ends under

a white shroud,

soon dead

like the millions

sacrificed to the gods

of greed and selfishness

in these accursed years,

when we have shown

how little we care

to embrace the chance

to be truly human

when it arises.

29.12.2021

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WHEN THEY SAID 'NO'

 A simmering anger grows

in the darkness external,

internal. An impotent

anger, one burning

without consuming;

no flaming pyre, just

a barely scalded

mind, one more failure

when the fabric of life

should be torn apart, set

ablaze and engulfed,

to be redeemed

in its purifying furnace.

09.05.-29.12.2021

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A LIFE LIVED WELL THROUGH BOOKS

  Some of the greatest adventures

only involve crossing the Rubicon,

cutting a Gordian Knot

by turning the page,

and it's enough.

28.12.2021

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INSTEAD OF A GOOD LIFE

  Be happy if,

near the end,

you can say

that you have

lived a life

that has been

decent,

in all meanings

of the word.

28.12.2021

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WHEN ONE ONLY CROSSES THE RUBICON BY TURNING THE PAGE

Question

Why does my

'bucket list' 

consist solely

of books

to be read?

Observation

Because

you prefer

reading

about life

to living it.

28.12.2021

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'WHITE'

 If you say you are

'White',

would you drink

milk

the colour

of your skin?

28.12.2021

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THE MEASURE OF OUR FAILURES

Graves are used

to count

our mistakes,

as are the number

of years between the dates

on the headstones.

28.12.2021

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IN THE DARKENING GLOOM

 Frozen leaves

being covered

by the falling

snow -

the sorrows of life.

28.12.2021

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WHEN THE NAMES HAVE BEEN LOST

Nameless, faceless,

the kings of the second kingdom

of Ebla,

like the multitudes of common people

labouring under them

on that thrice burned site.

So the mighty too

are devoured by the erasing time,

leaving mute stones,

the silence of forty centuries

from the last utterance of the words

that bound a life into a person.

27.12.2021

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ALL THESE DAYS

  And all these days,

in their multitude,

will be nothing

on that moment

when time merges

into death.

27.12.2021

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THE HUMAN CONDITION

  So easily

we give up,

with little thought,

what soon

will look

like the most

precious

in our

lives

- an absence

never to be

regained.

24.12.2021

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MEMORIES

 Like the footprints

frozen on the snow

two weeks ago.

You could think

they are on the

surface of the Moon,

where one walk

lasts a hundred thousand

years.

23.12.2021

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DEEP IN BYGONE YEARS

Shivering the short December day

races the fields of meagre snow,

forests of evergreen silence,

the abandoned houses

with frosted windows

into unremembered lives

buried deep in bygone years.

21.12.2021

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LIGHT FROM OTHER DAYS

On this winter morning

the crisp, cold light,

light from other days

past the pale sun,

pierces the veil

of the frozen now,

echoes mute visions

of moments carved in regret,

more lasting than

the snows of this

dying year.

21.12.2021

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THE ORBS OF REMORSE

The Sun red, bleeding,
and the crisp Moon fading, white,

in the brightening frosty sky of mourning;

speaking through the shivering medium

of the guilty conscience,

the lost dual gods of my existence,

buried under the paltry snow.

20.-21.12.2021

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THE EVENT HORIZON OF DEATH

So much have poets

written about Death,

their gaze fixed upon the end

that erases life,

instead of in its flourishing years,

that the things which pass

through its event horizon

often get little notice

from them

except the moment

they get fixed

on it.

21.12.2021

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THE CRANES OF IBYCUS

Is it the guilty conscience,

or the brazen bravado

of one lacking it,

which makes loose lips

the true avengers

of past foul deeds?

18.12.2021

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FATHER

 Another anniversary

when you should

have been here,

but are under the ground

in the cold earth,

under the ground

in the cold earth,

in days and years long past,

in moments carved in time

as alive as I'm now.

18.12.2021

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GLOBAL WARMING

In the gloom of the short December day,

the sound of raindrops falling

on the roof,

droplets running

on the window-panes

across the dimming day.

16.12.2021

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IF THIS IS THE END

Do not forgive

me,

just do

better

than I

did.

15.12.2021

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FEELING ILL

If this would be the end,

then there would be

only regret.

15.12.2021

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REMEMBER

 Remorse is only meaningful

if it results in action

that stops further causes

of remorse.

15.12.2021

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-22 CELSIUS

The door-frames

of the cellar door

frosted; cold

comes inside

like malice

creeps into

the human mind.

8.12.2021

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WESTERN CANON

  all those old dead poets

famous and dusty in plaster

writing to their old dead patrons

long dead and forgotten

except the words

of the grovelling poets

western civilization

in its finest

29.11.-05.02.2021

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