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Cognitive dissonance

I understood in my childhood what ‘cognitive dissonance’ meant… Ha! Of course, I didn’t know yet the term ‘cognitive dissonance’, but I knew its effect perfectly and was using it masterly. For example…

I hated sitting on nannies’ knees at my kindergarten. Unfortunately, they just adored to paw at me and fondle me with their fat hands. So, I was forced to play on the defensive. And the fact that the attack is the best defense, I knew too…

‘What do you want to be when you grow up, baby?’

‘A forensic expert. Like my father…’ I was saying always and clapping with my big blue eyes…

I was climbing down from their knees by myself. And I knew that I would be free until the end of the day. I would not be caught and be tortured by stupid questions and milk porridge. After this I was hiding under the table.

I was taking ‘Gray’s Anatomy’ and was scanning pictures. Yes… The truth is a very effective tool… This was one of the first rules I learned.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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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

a Patricide

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned! 
Forgive me, Father, for I have committed a patricide!

…It was an ordinary day. It was an ordinary day except for one fact. It was the day when I became unindentured. I became unrigged.

I started my daily morning ceremony with a special pleasure. It is just beautiful to do some boring and routine things before the most important action in your life. I put a derby on fire. I gargled my gullet. I threw out a pesky gnome from my kitchen through the door. After a minute he climbed up into the window… My perfect morning ceremony! I will miss this! But I must do this spurt. I must leave this purgatory. It was not ambivalent feelings. It was the pure and clear realization of truth. I must go.

I went down to the hall. I greeted madam Sienna, a seamstress in our parish. She is a good and very kind woman… She always presented to me broken needles and bended pins for my little hobby. I opened the door and came into the confessional room.

Forgive me, Father…

I wiped my knife on his cassock and stepped over his body. I became free.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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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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