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Writer is not a typical poet. He enjoys writing about unusual subjects that poets don't always cover or even notice. (eg The Bench) Writer has had acceptances from Ariel Chart, Conclave, Dissident Voice,Down in the Dirt and Academy of the Heart and Mind literary magazines. Do Ideas Die Bitter is the fate of poets of all tribes, but fate has punished Russia worst of all. -WilhelmKuchelbecker. Poetry paramount over prose more Pushkin, less Tolstoy important and influential censored by exile. oppressive state control poets dangerous to power memorised each other’s work memories stronger than chains. poems on scraps on paper one reads, the other burns as Chukovskaya quotes: Hands, matches and ashtrays. trials by opinion no room for interpretation poets speak their truth their integrity unpublished Siberia reached out recitations in the gulag verse their only defence words and thought survive. Withdrawn Books now withdrawn knowledge diminishing reading lists shortened history thrown away. books stamped out shelf life over our memories lost defaced by time. library no refuge books unwanted guests thinking time served on literary death row reader’s loyalty marginalised like folded page corners dust jackets collect dust book sale imminent. photos of authors reputations now cropped autographs unwanted lines scribbled on egos. now a closed chapter fate always the same ideas on their way to the knackers yard. Leaving HomeA rejected home no backwards vision consent absent for an untouched future. nothing left behind. gathering broken parts of temporary images of a second-hand life. many long days of a childhood betrayed. no out-flung arms of immature years. an unwanted birth of memories cut out of unlinked hands contact deformed. a birthmark discarded on an unloved face. a history stillborn like a wound closing. a confused youth now incognito merely a cipher en-route to where? no guide, no map, just steps on unknown streets. not fleeing, just changing looking for wisdom. The Bench an ordinary bench a witness to history a record of forgetting as years unfold impassive, unmoved a static reminder of life evolving but rarely upgraded. footsteps approach identity unknown an invisible birthmark faces promising nothing. sees failure abound some wasted breath hears truth and lies in different languages. lovers expose a love-knot in everlasting moonlight host wooden faced taken for granted. a memorial plaque time unwinding backwards brings death to life old becomes young. bench removed old, broken, pitted an empty space filled only by memory. Translators mapping the contours of
the world. Recording others history. Like explorers finding new words, discovering unknown lives. spreading communication like a street map of cities, an old print where debate can surge, where the past meets the present. making sense of foreign lands unfamiliar countries reveal untapped potential. Knowledge gift-wrapped for success. Wisdom in another language. forging links to obscurity like opening closed doors to rooms unfurnished with light. No longer reading in the dark. a messenger for all words across continents translating infamy, cruelty, compassion and aspirations. Evil now displayed. once out of reach, but meaning now revealed touching the edges of literacy, shaping understanding, prompting praise and critique. reading between the times revealing the forbidden, learning truth from lies, emotional power released liberating the past.
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