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IN MEMORIAM VLADIMIR ILYCH

There are havesand have-nots. The poor are always with us. Sometimes, poverty and sufferingprovoke a great manand there is a revolution. With much blood shed,much sacrifice,much heroism. Afterwards, the country lies wounded. And there are havesand have-nots. имущие и неимущие … Continue reading

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GET UNSTUCK

Leaves from the Tree of Life;brown and withered,dried with growing old,dislodged by the touch of Time;or green,with veins still swellingwith rising sap,torn free by an untimely wind. What are they,these dancing treasures? The more the tree creates,pushing and buddingout of … Continue reading

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MON SEMBLABLE

Look for it, you will not find.Flee it, you cannot escape.It shines, unbidden in your mind,is both the shadow and the shape.You cannot hold, or change or lose it.You cannot welcome or refuse it.You did not make or break or … Continue reading

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OLD WOUNDS

The landscape itselfis cracked and pitted.Quarries gouged out of the rock face.Concrete jungleswhere forests grew.A million species drownedby hydro-electric schemes.Roman grain bowlsbecoming the Sahara desert. And the figuresthat pass through this landscape,four-footed, two, or nonewith scar of tooth and clawof … Continue reading

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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO

It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading

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ORPHEUS IN EXTREMIS

He turned his back on the graveyardand with the sad songshe had taken downinto the stiff clay of the underworldlike root-fingersstill singing in his ears,walked towards the future. Before him floatedher death mask,warmed by the pale fireof yesterday’s desire. Fire … Continue reading

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DREAM THEATRE

This world is a theatreof broken dreams.Everything ISbut is notwhat it seems. .

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WAR OR PEACE

War breaks outin the land of the golden calfor in the columnsof the Daily Telegraph. Peace is foundin cloister or hearthin intervals of waror the exhausted aftermath. Whateverdeclarations of waror articles of peaceare signed,they flowfrom the labyrinthine meanderingof the human … Continue reading

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YOGA

Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading

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SPRING

The great rock spins a little closer to the Fireand all its creatures,born of warmthand of desire,crack shells, burst seeds,feed and breedand say YES. They burn gently, while they may,being born of warmth and of desire,until the great rock spins … Continue reading

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