petite esbatement

[shud-shee]

To interpret Killy's adventures
with something which would never
come to Nihei's mind
eg, Redon's influence or
Sellars's metaphysical tricks,
so as to justify your childish whim.

To play 8-bit games of your young days
and think of eternity.



iam I'm lost, or mouvement d'horlogerie
Late nights
in contemptu mundi
in dies magis
diffisi rebus
we stroll
towards
convenient existence
tomorrow
have to do the same

Silence

Amoromamenti
distracts from prayer.
Clumsy arpeggios of young girl
behind the wall
distract from studies.
Your own reflection in mirror
when you shave
- from focusing on the Ockam's
sharp and dangerous
"PIuralitas non est ponenda sine necessitate"
Oh, blood!


Exodus

Togetherness has failed to conform into shoals –
So I have hearkened Language’s call – I’ve stayed alone.
And breathless, gone to bear record of new structures – firstly –
Then – entities – then – essences – and – finally:
The mystery of retouched attic chorus
Not thwarted
By former Existentiales, Categories coruscating.
No more corvée of Dasein – they’ve intrigued.
No more discrepancies in Being formal structure.
No more astonished questions, led conjectures.
So I was introduced to Logos caucus –
A pitch-dark room with
Temporality conditioning
And total silence.
Whisper – “Don’t obtrude”,
Then – I was awake.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Alas, so many of these contain phrases or words that are unfamiliar to me and which, unfortunately, I don't have the time to look up, but there is ample evidence here of a serious, questing mind and of a hunger to share your metaphysical insights.

I assumed, after a while, that these were several separate poems. Perhaps you could make that more clear by highlighting the titles in bold?

Welcome to the forum. No doubt you will continue to be an interesting, provocative voice!

[shud-shee]

thank you for advice and warm greetings! Here are some poems from my friend Arkady Perenov. Originally composed in Russian.

Open-air

To Amarsana Ulzytuev

And suddenly I thought let it be my small Nimbudiana
Gardens indigenous in Motherland, celebratory salutes
Balloons, filled with helium, quiver on high branches of trees
Serpentine Âåðâèÿ, hang down over dug holes of the Gunnsky site of ancient settlement
Reason and grief materializing
Though till now it is still presented as secret
And people also have not ceased yet to suffer from dissociation and loneliness
And they happen to be rough to reason loss.
Here is a highway. It's like the Indian fortress with earthen shaft
Fighting elephants blowing
Elephants wave ears sprinkled with a paint and henna.
Cars - soaring beds of Rajas
Do red stitches on blue silk of the Sotnikovsky panorama.
Jericho trumpets of woods burn. So burn
By no means furious copper
All of us we want an Ayurveda,
We are getting impressed, to say short.
And poor men are getting warm at white-heated furnaces
Faces smoked, hands dirty
Gather change tossed by their feet
In cellophane bags
They are cold.
Confused labyrinths of Ubugunskaya Minotaur lair
And a priori to morning twilight
Electric carets of lamps of round-the-clock shops
Streams on shoulders and backs of Russian-Buryat Shivas.
Autumn - you are a stuffed shark
White, blinded
Behind your every turn - people-bulls
We neither discover our divine presence in this world,
Nor in the uncertainty world.
But submitting communication signals
We beat off them simply with feet.
Wings of hands, they are torn off so as
Not to operate messianic destiny at all.

On September, 22nd 2009ã.


October day


The same, as well as it was with thin-walled Egyptian shades, is
The October which is passing along grey school lawns
Red football players at gates full of holes
Green dogs
Blue cats
Graffiti where letters LST allude to warm enough memories
About the past days of the same ulan-udensky month
Me with a bicycle
The Bulgarian sigarette
In a T-short with a counterfeit cliche
Wander in the sky, having lowered heads, cumulus clouds
The LP "dak-daks" trembles under my hand as a butterfly
Maybe I wish to learn, how much time still to stand
At your entrance
Evening getting brown
Sparkles of doors
The list of tenants
With the crossed out surname of your parents
You stand beyond the closed door in a hall in a red coat, stooping a bit, Violet
And with unbearable tenderness thinking of me.

On October, 25th 2008ã.



On Japanese language

Inquiring Fate with Itszin
By the book of Iori Rudzivara
Sensei – called me some young high-pitched voice
I walked, then ran
I gaze, but nobody’s here
On the cement plant blown by every wind
But even aggressive graffities won’t confuse or make blind
Reading texts
And they in no way erase my world
Gonna sit in a temple
Birds a-jumping suok suok
I will pound in hands an earth lump
And losing relatives forever
I feel that the way may be short
Or completely far.



On March, 4th 2009ã.

[shud-shee]

And here is a poem of mine

Devil's paraphernalia

This side of happiness is too familiar
He hates it
All the shelves are clattered
debris of quite life
Decorative horror vacui
Each thing has its history
But now it's forgotten
Sometimes it seems that these belongings belong to khora
A place which is nowhere
They live, they inspire gloomy thoughts
And it's so sad to thrash them
For I was there and I know
Devil has sincere soul - he shares
apeiron, simulacres, dress, wine and will with us men.

[Bar22do]

And here is a poem of mine

Devil's paraphernalia

This side of happiness is too familiar
He hates it
All the shelves are clattered
debris of quite life
Decorative horror vacui
Each thing has its history
But now it's forgotten
Sometimes it seems that these belongings belong to khora
A place which is nowhere
They live, they inspire gloomy thoughts
And it's so sad to thrash them
For I was there and I know
Devil has sincere soul - he shares
apeiron, simulacres, dress, wine and will with us men.

Infinity with Devil? hmmm... but if, as you suggest, he too offers realities (unending!) based on the same points of reference, is it sure this is a better side of happiness?
Enjoyed reading your poem.

[paperleaves]

enjoyable, but I wish I could understand all the references. Since time is also an issue with me, hopefully I'll get the chance to look some of the things up later.

:)
love
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