Tagged: Poetry

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Blurb shot

Sharing my blurb for 42 degrees of Truth, book #2 – Blue Giraffe. I decided to publish it December 9, after Black Friday and Thanksgiving-busy-time 💃☕️☕️📚 Blurb Sharp Witty Sardonic Erotic This is not a book of poetry. This is a New Age Punchline Weapon. This book covers everything from sexual taboos to the boring expectations of Society. 42 Degrees of Truth: Blue Giraffe combines surrealistic humour, dirty dreams, and banal...

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I write for money…

While money can’t buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery. Groucho Marx 1. I edited only 15 chapters of my thriller Sophia von X. I still have to add some details about Istanbul, Jerusalem, Yakuza family, Ice Age caves of Europe, Jesus Christ (grave), von Essen family, prologue-epilogue-interview…and most important, Bible. I also changed names of heroes, sigh.  The book is some kind of mix:...

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Blind Tinder Match. XIX century

Idea: blind tinder match between two neighbours (XIX century) Form: poetry He: Sweet nymph, your grace speaks loudly to men’s heart – who could withstand your virgin writing? I truly cherish all your nods and puffs but still, would love to see… at least your hair. In any place you wish. Please, send my fate immediately! Longing… She: My Matadore! Mr. Wisdom! It happens way too fast. My heart enlarges....

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The soul of Russian avant-garde

Today’s post is about the genius of Russian Absurd – Daniil Kharms (1905-1942). I am only interested in “nonsense”; only in that which makes no practical sense. I am interested in life, only in its absurd manifestations. #quote He is mostly known for his whimsical poems for children, but his heart belongs to absurd. His stories (or plots) are particularly fond of tantalising comic negations: the beginning that is not...

If November was a guy…

Inspired by Chewing On Glass Blog – here The idea: WHAT IF… November was a guy? How he’d talk, think, feel? POEM Monologue – ‘sloppy style.’ Part 1 Fuck it. I spent all my life In chains Behind locked doors In front of a computer Kissing the glass of the colorless bubbles Of cola Or desperation Or news – unpleasant, painful, dangerous. I don’t go out anymore… Pubs are only a...

What’s up, Ray?

“What’s up, Ray? Why so quiet?” asked no-one ever… because Ray is too damn active, over-social I’d say, but only when she is ONLINE. The latest news: my blurb for 42 Degrees of Truth (Amazon) is ready – read below my book cover will be posted next week Ray is going to the Festival of Literature (Sweden), in the middle of October Ray is going to the class ‘How to...

The beauty of Japanese Death Poems

Written by Nathaniel Postell We are obsessed with death – the great beyond, the next journey. We all contemplate death – shook by a fear of the unknown. Craving the knowledge of what is to come yet reluctant to pay the price of admission. Death is inevitable. Painted in that inescapable light, Japanese death poems should be a grim affair. However, this is not the case. Poetry has long held...