ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-NINTH DAY OF THE YEAR

I watch snowflakes fall

across the grim dim October

afternoon, and remember

how yesterday the fields

now growing white were

golden in the sunlight

and the now black forestline

was softly green and inviting,

and it was twenty-one hours

ago, and weeks past.

22.10.2023

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CONSTANTINE CAFAVY

An old poet, minor bureaucrat,

sacrificed fame seeking pleasure

of the forbidden kind, now too old

for that one thing he had lived for,

for which had sacrificed greatest

gift, for bodies that wouldn't

surrender without coins

exchanging hands. And now

it was in the past, his life

another old story to recount

in verse, for others to publish,

about failing to rise to meet

the challenge of one's gifts.

11.06-21.10.2023

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TO YOU ALL

Alive, we already rest

pieces in all the graves

whose inhabitants

were more our flesh

than the hand that

writes this.

21.10.2023

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TARA

One year, so long a time ago,

and so short a time ago,

one year, one year,

eternity in a heartbreak.

21.10.2023

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ALARM PHONE AND RSQSHIP VERSUS THE EUROPEAN UNION

450 people in a fishing boat

in danger on the Mediterranean,

and Europe again refuses to save,

believing the 600 it drowned

off Pylos forgotten already

in their watery grave into

which Europe threw them.

21.10.2023

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MASSACRE IN NUSEIRAT REFUGEE CAMP

In Nuseirat refugee camp's market

another massacre, at least 16 dead,

others in the ruins, and our leaders

declare how they stand with Israel,

whose 43 earlier victims were buried

nameless in a mass grave today.

21.10.2023

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COFFEE AND PEA SOUP

Beside the heater, the cat

groans in sleep, and beside

the coffee machine and

the kettle I wait for my own

warmth to drop and boil.

21.10.2023

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PUT DOWN YOUR WORDS

 Put down your words

from the pocket of your

mind to paper, for words

unused become words

lost, dropped on the road,

never to be found.

What you are will live 

in those written words,

and the stranger coming

resident in your flesh

must know who you were,

before they, too, pass.

21.10.2023

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FROM MORNING STAR TO EVENING STAR

Timeless, the October night

one long stretch of dark,

and the autumn hours of

light one quick sprint from

morning star to evening star.

21.10.2023

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US, LONG BEFORE THEY CAME

Long before we came,

the star shining bright

now to our eyes

was dead; long after

we are gone, the star

shall shine bright

over those unborn.

On some other sky

our faintly glowing Sun

pointed out and told

to have a habitable planet,

an abode for life - and in

that sparkle on a cold

alien sky, this moment, us.

21.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

Two days ago in the Nour Shams refugee camp

on the occupied West Bank, Israel killed

thirteen people, ten of them in an air-strike,

and four of them children. It was barely

noticed outside occupied Palestine.

Now imagine it would have taken place

in an Israeli town, the victims Israelis.

21.10.2023

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HOKKU IV

The first taste of coffee

in the darkness of the night

tastes as good as the last one

in golden sunlight of eve.

21.10.2023

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HOKKU III

The sun doesn't blaze

any less fiery now that

it glows on other skies.

21.10.2023

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THE FIRST TIME

If we never step

again in the same river,

never wading in waters

whose touch we felt before,

then all things

we do, all the feelings

we have, are the first

time, the first experience.

Rejoice in this rebirth.

21.10.2023

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HOKKU II

Rays of Sun blazing

on a cold October day,

such warmth.

21.10.2023

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HOKKU I

Warm colours of

sunlight on a cold

October afternoon.

21.10.2023

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THE LIGHTS THAT KEEP AWAY THE DARKNESS

...the depth of the stars stays always constant

and we are able to sleep, at least for now,

beneath the straining wall of darkness.

Ted Kooser(1939-): Telescopes(2004)

The lights that keep away the darkness

of a hundred years have burned constant

thirteen billion years. and remember:

The stars burn for you as much

as to Galileo when he gazed through his

scope and saw the moons of Jupiter,

the rings of Saturn, the phases of Venus,

and the glimmer of the Milky Way

as hundred billion fires burning,

now flaming as bright to you as him.

21.10.2023

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ENTOMB THE HORRORS OF OUR AGE IN THE DEEP BOSOM OF THE EARTH

We need to silence the "common man"

it seems, until we can recognize

"the common woman" from a puppet

that dances according to the movement

of racist billionaires' fingers - and until

we have the billionaires put aside,

like spent nuclear fuel, somewhere

safe and deep, with terrible warnings

to last ice ages in human memory.

21.10.2023

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ADRIATIC MEMORIES

Now silent waves break

high on once swimmed shores

and from the clear and blue

you see them on the sands,

the people you think you

would give all and gave

nothing, beyond a candle.

21.10.2023

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ON AN OCTOBER AFTERNOON

Better to think about frivolous things,

let the senses guide, not the keen

mind that build a narrative of life;

take a mug of coffee outside

into the golden, cold land of light,

watch steam rise from the mug,

your breath vaporize, make

a hokku of that, warm in your

coat; think not of the year

ago heartbreak, the loss of living

things, how the known world

grows ever smaller, as for an

ancient mariner, yet never leaving

the shore where wrecked, your

circumnavigation these decades;

the mapped seas, now shallow

and their monsters slain, close,

and existence languidly folds on

itself - into these gold, cold days

and starry nights, into bleak

hours wrapt in gray haze, silence

that follows the last migrating bird's

call. Now just think of fleeting things,

embed in them in this, your momentary

being, let the sharp and broken whole

be; all that exists beyond heartbeats

when a mug of coffee is drank, your

hands feel the chill - let that be,

among long autumn's fallen leaves

think about frivolous things.

21.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-SEVENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

1668 dead children,

hundreds in the rubble,

and... we still hear

the old song about

the occupier just

defending itself.

20.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-SIXTH DAY OF THE YEAR

The occupation is the cause.

The people with the guns

they are the symptoms.

Remove the cause,

end the occupation,

you remove the symptoms.

It's a choice, made

every day, not to

choose peace.

19.-20.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Cold, cold day, and

the night colder still,

like living inside a

human heart.

18.10.2023

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TO THE POLITICIANS: ISRAEL, LEBANON AND PALESTINE

If 7000 deaths are not enough

to call for a ceasefire, then how

many human sacrifices are needed

for the thirst of the blind rulers

of the Earth to be satisfied,

for their desiccated hearts

to start to beat again, to

the rhythm of lives slain?

17.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-FOURTH DAY OF THE YEAR

White clouds floating on

the blue sky, rippling waters

of autumn suspend the trees

in their fall foliage between

their own liquid movement.

16.10.2023

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TO A PHOTOGRAPH

White clouds float on

the blue sky; below,

the autumn waters ripple.

16.10.2023

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AUTUMN MEADOWS

Withered, the summer

meadows, and now wind howling

where birds sang, departed.

Below skies of gray the fall

rustles under our feet.

16.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

The old house creaks

in the wailing autumn

wind, adds its own

lament to the wind's

chill mourning

for the summer

that was.

16.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

Genocide isn't

self-defense.

Genocide is

genocide.

15.-16.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

There is the ebb and flow

of the barbarians,

the foam on the waves

crashing on the sharp rocks

of eternally eroding history,

while the sea remains, deep

and on its silent floor,

the bones rest and give life.

14.10.2023

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CONDEMN ALL THE KILLINGS IN PALESTINE AND ISRAEL

Those who condemn only the killing

of the occupier's people attack those

who condemn the killing of the occupied

also; to the former the moral high ground

is an illegal colony, a segregated

gated community, a military tower

with a robot machine-gun on the top.

For they abhor peace and embrace

oppression, copulating with it

to beget mass murder and war crimes.

13.10.2023

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PEACE AND AN END TO OCCUPATION

Not been outside the entire day,

raging inside the digital space

against a genocide, watching

numbers of the dead to rise,

and angry that the call for peace

and an end to brutal occupation

is something that is beyond

the pale for 'Western' leaders,

who, like sharks, have tasted blood

and now want more and more.

13.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

Yesterday I sat in a library

reading Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus

through once more, while

cloud and wind and sun

danced their game of change

outside, and in Palestine

blood flowed like water

after the storm the night before.

13.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTIETH DAY OF THE YEAR

The less people know, the more

they support the butchery

by the Apartheid state, repeating

the few bits of propaganda

they have memorizerd, dismissing

facts and calling for mass death.

This is how genocides happen.

12.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-NINTH DAY OF THE YEAR

The Brian Keatings come smugly

to admonish the Carlo Rovellis,

claiming that nowhere have been

shed as much tears for Palestinian

blood as in Israel, when Israel

has killed 300 people today.

11.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

Israel was created through terrorism.

Folke Bernadotte, Deir Yassin, Tantura.

Israel exists through state terrorism.

10.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-SEVENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Those who don't call for the immediate end

of the Israeli occupation of Palestine 1967

have no right to criticize armed resistance

to 56 years of brutal military occupation,

for if you refuse the solution to bloodshed

you have no right to cry over spilled blood.

09.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Like on every single day in the last 56 years,

Israel can end the deaths and the whole conflict

immediately by accepting peace

on the pre-1967 Green Lines.

And like for every single day in the last 56 years,

it refuses to do so.

07.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-SIXTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Germany in support of 56 years of brutal

military occupation and 74 years of Apartheid,

and current bloodshedding.

Germans think they can wash Jewish blood

from their hands with Palestinian blood.

07.10.2023

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SECOND POT OF COFFEE TODAY

Second pot of coffee today,

first this morning, and how

I need it, eleven degrees

Celsius has never felt

so cold as now; the ice

inside the flesh doesn't

melt in the radiance

of the autumn's sun.

06.10.2023

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AT AUTUMN MORNING'S BRIGHT AND GOLDEN LIGHT

The morning, in bright and golden light, 

brings an illusion of warmth, the crackling

of yellowed leaves in the solar fire. Yet

what good is this abundance of cold light

when it doesn't find your ivory form, your

shivering flesh, nestled beside mine? 

I'm an aged tree that carried few leaves

and cast them all at the first chill wind

that came blowing from the north.

06.10.2023

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THOSE NOW LOUDEST WILL STICK THE KNIVES DEEPEST

Same 'Western' politicians who now

endlessly cry about the plight of Ukraine

strangle long oppressed nations

together with their invaders and occupiers

between pilgrimages to Kiev,

and the foolish Ukrainians think

these soulless ghouls, moral

black holes, will stand with them

until the end of time, that

they are special when no other

threatened nation is, because

these weathervanes told them so.

Yet they will get the same

knife in the back and front when

these voids of humanity decide

its "Time for hard decisions."

06.10.2023

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IN THE COLD AUTUMN MOONLIGHT

Spaziergang in der Abenddämmerung(A Walk at Dusk, c. 1830-37)

by Caspar David Friedrich(1774-1840)

Now this is a painting into which

one could walk content to

become paint under the Moon

and the wandering star, forever

contemplating the landscape

in some appropriately antiquated

clothing, or become bones under

the dolmen, bones which we 

don't see, from here outside, Yet,

they are there, the dead present

under the stone, and the lone

robed man feeling the bones

inside his own withering flesh

shiver in the cold autumn

moonlight. But his is the long

old age of painted things,

the slow, slow flaking

into oblivion.

06.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-FOURTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Another day on the road, short

trip into long memories, and over

and beyond clouds, in the sunset

of the year, the mirage of the past,

all those true hours forgotten,

mind reconstructing what it

allowed to slip away. Roads

never lead back to them, only

to mounds where withers

the grass that grows over

longed-for bones and flesh.

06.10.2023

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LEDA AND THE SWAN 2

Leda et le cygne(1816-17) by Théodore Géricault(1791-1824)

This is the struggle before the violation, the God

denied for a brief moment; muscled, determined,

she pushes him away, denies her flesh He yearns.

But briefly, for this moment made eternal, she

will keep Zeus in check. Then, her grip will fail,

He will push forward, taking her firm body

under his wings. She will become carrier

of His divine seed. But here, her powerful

hand stops the God and the myth is dammed,

by her's joining the hand of the artist. Troy

stands firm as long as she resists Him.

05.10.2023

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LEDA AND THE SWAN 1

Leda and the Swan(1763) by Jean Baptiste Marie Pierre(1714-1789)

and Nicolas Delaunay(1739-1792)

Two beautiful creatures, neck against a thigh;

is this before he mounted her, or after?

We think before; shy, innocent anticipation

tinged with awakening lust in her gaze

tells this is tenderness before he found

his way between her thighs and took her

with the beating of the great wings

that blew away her innocence.

05.10.2023

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GORDION'S KNOT

In evening light a vision of

you, curled naked on a bed, 

Breast and thigh, curve of

your buttocks, a knot of

flesh, in the dusk.

27.09.2023-05.10.2023

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THE ROTTEN APPLE

The most unruly of Earth's subjects

will forever be the risen ape,

the one that seeks stars and stumbles

on dark hollows before Her feet -

how long will maternal instict

save the prodigal offspring

that burns and never grows?

10.03.2020-05.10.2023

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THE FRAIL FALLEN BONES OF SUMMER

One week turned leaves

golden and another ripped them

from the boughs, threw them

on the ground for the rain

to trample with its million

little shivering feet, autumn

dancing on the frail

fallen bones of summer.

05.10.2023

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REVOLUTION IS A HYGIENIC ACT

If you don't flush society

once or twice in each generation,

the shit is left floating on

the surface and soon

will flow over.

05.10.2023

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JON FOSSE, A TALE OF NORWEGIAN POVERTY

Jon Fosse was so poor a man

that he only had four apartments

in two countries; so the king

of Norway, taking a pity,

had to give him a fifth

at the royal palace.

05.10.2023

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EVEN A SIMPLE BIBLIOGRAPHY...

I just spent a hour online on search engines

trying to find a complete chronological list

of books of William Wordsworth published

during his lifetime. I couldn't find one.

The free market has worked its magic wand

on the internet, making everything that was

once easy into impossible.

05.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

Hope is a black cat

in the window,

wearing a collar

of plastic around

her elegant neck.

05.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

Reprieve, blessed reprieve

from one grief, while

one sorrow approaches

with tired feet.

02.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

Short walk in soft rain,

the years have been too quick,

too quick and too cruel, Nefer,

but you beauty remains

in your tired gait, my

Romanian furry friend.

02.10.2023

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ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND SEVENTIETH DAY OF THE YEAR

Short walk, for years past.

Now encouraging, little

hope for an autumn

midnight, Nefer.

01.10.2023

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