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found poem - winter notes on summer impressions.
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important "oh, it is in-dis-pen-sable."
naturally, everyone turned toward the orator with curiosity.
"i am the resurrection and the life.." and so on.
the faces are like those in keepsakes.
why, of course.
they celebrate the sabbath all night, until five in the morning,
that is, they stuff themselves and get drunk like animals.
the crystal palace, the international exhibition,
it is a kind of biblical scene, something out of babylon.
they all stubbornly stand up for themselves.
at night prostitutes crowd several streets in this quarter by the thousands.
little girls around twelve years of age take you by the hand,
going nowhere,
filthy, barefooted, hollowcheeked, and beaten.
the masses grow numb and wander about like zombies.
the same desperate struggle to maintain status quo.
it is even terrifying to enter this crowd.
to bow down and worship baal.
Lord, what am i doing?
"it is necessary i sacrifice myself entirely.
dispose of me as you please."
"you offer us too much.
take everything that is ours too."
now there is utopia indeed, gentlemen!
Baal
This is the second poem I've read mentioning boyfriend. He looks up from the fire to eye you. Hmmmmm.... I like the philosophy too. Nihilism rocks!
dostoevsky isn't a nihilist!
dostoevsky isn't a nihilist! and neither am i