Tag Archives: Life

an Idol

To be talented is not a simple way.
You must prove your endowments every day.
You want to sleep… You need a little idle…
Nobody cares. All crave you, fucking IDOL!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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a True poem

A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
It should be born in a low-priced inn,
It should be written on a paper napkin,
It should be crumpled and straightway
It should be burned in the ashtray…

A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Nascence

Hush! Don’t break this transparent jiffy!
Its existence is so iffy…

Like a drop that touches the water edge.
Like a wind that sings in the withered sedge.
Like somebody who puts a hand on your shoulder…
The jiff is a breaker. The jiff is a moulder.

I always ask myself during such nascence –
Can I adopt my life experience?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Butoh

I mask the shadows under my eyes with coal.
I hide the paleness of my face under chalk.
I turn my broken movements into Butoh.
I’d gotten a pirate version of my life.
My being is counterfeit.
I’m a bug…

You look at me with unreserved admiration. You love my speaking glance, my noble pallor and my grotesque dance. You don’t know that it’s not a performance. You can’t guess that it’s my life. By the way… I keep the installation file still.

Do you want to try it?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

When you will cut me…

When you cut me up, to pieces
And flatten out all my creases
You will discover the real me.

Like the growth cycles of trees –
My dear books, my funny sprees,
My music… All that makes me free.

…what makes me happy… makes me free.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014