Liebster Blog Award. Hall of Fame. Greet outstanding Field of thorns!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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One Lovely Blog Award
Good news! I was honored by Jacob Lascsak’s (Serpentine is Here) nomination for the One Lovely Blog Award. And I really, really appreciate it! I know, some bloggers don’t accept such awards. I’ve read their posts, their very reasonable and rational posts… It’s a point of view, and it’s a really good thing.
I accept awards. Why? Because it’s something important for the particular person, who reads my blog, who thinks of me and nominates me. So, it’s important for me too. When a child gives me a twig and says it’s a magic wand… I never say it’s just a wet dirty stick. I never say it’s just trash. I take it and start to conjure.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” (Albert Einstein)
Thank you so much, Jacob! Let’s play with magic! By the way… nobody said that I’m a fairy godmother.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Ночь
Как передать словами… тишину?
Сквозь полудрему слышный шепот ночи?
Как сахар растворяюсь и тону
В настое горьком сбывшихся пророчеств.
Я снова темнота и пустота.
Дрожит в углу серебряная тень.
А утром меня вновь заменит та,
Которая предпочитает ночи день.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Что в осени тебе моей?
Что в осени тебе моей?
Она дика и молчалива.
Немного в ней веселых дней
И много – серых и тоскливых.
Ее холодная рука
Не ободрит прикосновеньем,
И не зардеется щека
Желанья сладостным томленьем.
В глазах прозрачных голубых –
Лишь пустота и бесконечность.
Усыпан прахом дел земных
Алтарь – подножье слова ‘Вечность’
В один из шумных летних дней
Я с ней случайно повстречалась.
Похоже, нравилась я ей…
Она давно уже скончалась,
Но часть ее во мне осталась.
Что в осени тебе моей?
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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a Combat neuron
My nerves are trembling… I can’t even press a button. Fucking switch! If the BigEyeSpy winks at me tonight, I’ll have the third misdeed. I’ll have even bigger problems with the Council of Observation. And I’ll not be able to use my insomnia or chronic fatigue as my vindication. They’ll not believe me again. It could end with a verdict of ‘Apoptosis!’ and then it’ll really be a ‘peace-death’ for me… I should stop! I hate to yammer! I mumble, “Take this cup away from me…” and abruptly push this damned button.
A tepid wind is blowing, the oval room is wiggling… All right! I’ve connected to the Daily Dissonance. Now I’m part of the tracking system. I’m a combat neuron in the artificial neural network. I’m a good manipulator, I can control both the most powerful and the most dispensable influx… Oh! My bad! I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry! My name is Werther. I’m an operator of suicidal impulses. I must detect and actualize these impulses. And I must overwrite the instinct of self-preservation.
Today I hooked a girl. An ordinary young girl. She floundered in questions about the spread of Solidarity death and how this life looked like a Moebius strip. This endless strip was killing her, and making her weak and silly. It had to stop.
When I cut the strip my nerves did not tremble. That is why they pay me. Because I can be resolute. Because I can give my resoluteness to others.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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My special thanks to Cyan Ryan
for the grammar corrections and improvement this essay!
