(1896 - 1963 / Moineşti / Romania)

Everyday (They Just Won'T Quit)

Unwillingly placed myself in this situation,
Find my thoughts unwelcome by my mind.
Put up the wall! Don’t le them in!
and continue life as you did back then.
You- Her- Me- Him- Them- Us-
Here- There- Now- Before-
It’s ruined,
You, me, things: ruined.
Can’t accept this.
There soon won’t be any of the girl you fell for left,
I’m sorry.

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The title sounds like one musical soundtrack, clever pick! the poem is a bit intruge me as i wonder what is actually exhibited from this abstract heart, but it sounds like....calling self to sober after a red-blue tragedy.
Great write. Thanks and congratulations to his soul.
Starry warmth! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Such a great poem......
Shortly after the previously unimaginable horrors of World War I and before any widespread popular blossoming of film this short poem virtual trembles with techniques that would later become commonplace in movie-making. The text is not so radically dada here, it has a flow both of ideas and euphonious sound. But the images are clipped and collaged together with an here-to-fore unbeknownst speed and juxtaposition. Cinematic jump-cuts. The very concept of a World War made the global smaller, events faster, a jumble of emotion, reason, chaos and composition. All of these realities are present in this little gem of a poem. There is soft, inviting, alluring mystery hard up-against threat and solid, muscular brutishness. It reflects perfectly an eternal moment in time, fixed but gathering the facts of the past and ushering them forward in the certain-uncertainty of the future. A snapshot of an arrow, or ballistic missile of a sort, caught mid-air after it has left its source and before it has hit its target. Threat and beauty merged.
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