Tag Archives: Tetiana Aleksina

Butchering (paying a tribute to my old yoga mat)

A medium size.
A medium density.
A medium price.
Generally, it’s dark blue
in the null assemblage point.

(Sometimes it becomes
red or green. But it’s kinda
my little secret.)
A fray is on the back edge
and a slight scent of joss sticks.

Dozens of defects…
The usual thing, in short.
Where is theurgy?
It’s a matter of arrows.
The bright red on the dark blue.

It’s my secret path,
my color-coded loophole,
my molded carcass.
A scheme of the primal cuts
for my gnostic butchering…

Numinous blades slip
and split along my axis.
The golden section…
I yield my offal and meat
under the Karma Cutter.

When my shanks sprawl out
and my round points to the east,
I distinctly hear
chuckling of a sacred cow
in esoteric silence.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

D:\backup\styles\life.LESS

When I get bleak and smile.LESS
When my life appears bright.LESS
I click my patcher. My wizard nudge
is the dynamic style{shit} language

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

LOL! Sorry, guys!
Code is poetry
Just a foolish style.LESS poem-compilation
Just a hard day’s night…

Haiku King & Tan’ka Queen (Tanka) ~ The ∞ ‘21 Shades of Blue’ collaboration

Broken, unspoken
not mending round the bending
over backwards turns…

I close my self-harmed blind eyes.
It’s my way to feel alive.

I stared at you, too
with the other lights in my
starry-eyed skyline…

My carmine, acid-burned tips
are thrilled to death to touch you.

But they’d stop me cold,
I tremble imagining
true human contact…
Long-distance indifference
is all I’m familiar with.

I over-fatigue
myself with affined-distance
contacts. A cold space
makes me warm. I feel a blade
which tickles my blepharons.

Vulnerable codes
of casual ciphers, cracked
Flirts, being known hurts…

Now I’ve heard a fucking chord…
Hallelujah… hell, I hack!

Lady Scissorhands,
with paper white skin, I know.
I’m Inside-out Man….

Blunt edges give much more fun
with unpicking blue and red.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015

Internally Galactic ~ The one freeborn collaboration

Today I’m happy to show you my new collaboration with my enigmatic and transcendental friend, the wizard of unseen and inscrutable things, Spahr Plops.

This collaboration was conceived by Michael and I many months ago. 
It could have been published and forgotten about by now…

But it had its own character and authentic view regarding when it should be born. It was evolving according to its own plan… and it left the poetical womb at the proper time.

Michael, thank you!
Thank you for this space journey!
I’m ready for new adventures with you, because I know that the Guide to the Galaxy is always in your pocket.

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I hear how fishes sing
I know how stones sting
I see blossoming of bones
and unlimited zones

Like a chakra
crawling up ya
I hear skin scratch
lightly dusted weeps
heavy with energy
a thousand times
I do feel funny
wrestling wind

I spin like a whirligig
in my static poise
I take a huge swig
of liquid turquoise

My umbilical cord
is a root of the chord
which vibrates inside
my resonant mind

Tells tales of mountainside
madness, alerted when too much
learned how to ride bikes there
letting naturalness sway my course
can’t always recall where
I need to cite the source

Convulsions torture my cramped calves
I don’t have time to be by halves!
…my zero hour to reassume
a risk of falling from the womb

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & SPAHR PLOPS
© All rights reserved 2015

Ancestor’s Pages ~ The ∞ ‘21 Shades of Blue’ collaboration

This book smells so redolent,
though the pages feel decayed.
It’s cover seems insolent,
frayed bromide paper displayed.

All, what I craved, lies inside
like a spurned lover in print
who was inked and crucified
by glossing over missed hints.

My trembling fingers caress
the words I cannot escape.
The vowels slowly undress
wound’s consonants, healing, named…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015