“You can’t imagine how stupid the whole world has grown nowadays.”
born Apr 1, 1809, Ukraine
died Feb 21, 1852, Russia
No, through all my tears I still shall laugh,
Sing songs despite my troubles;
Have hope despite all odds,
I want to live!”
“Contra Spem Spero!” [I hope against hope!] born Feb 25, 1871, Ukraine
It’s raining in Ukraine today, now, raining
rain and bombs. Ex-Pres Donald Trump
calls this an act of “genius.” Disingenuous.
The art of whore. Excuse me, I meant to say
Putain, in French, means ‘whore.’ It’s spelled
Tee-are-you-em-pee. That’s P. Like urine.
Gee, are you empty-headed? Showers today
in Kyiv. Echoes of “I was put in a narrow
cell with a concrete floor.” And sanctions
will be softened by China. Dedovshchina
sanctioned by Russia, internal violence
that’ll be spread to the world. The way
that the 1918 influenza pandemic and
World War I were wed. The way that
Covid-19 and Cold War have gnawed
on the world. Watch how Russia will
infect us, this world, with viruses, both
biological and technological. And all
illogical. Stress ill. Sick. “How stupid
the whole world.” The world holed.
Whored. Bodies soon wheelbarrowed.
Helled. How the dies in bodies was
always right there. All you have to do
is open your eyes. This will go beyond
Ukraine. A reign. In blood. Crimea crime.
A ruse. A rush. What’s next? Belarus?
Finland? My home? Villages seized. And
this means epilepsy. Diseased. Destroyed.
I woke to find a world of smoke. Night-
mared. Vladimired. Vlad the Empirer–
another actual Big Brother. If you
have a camera, then film. If you are
a writer, then write. If you’re a fighter,
then fight. Wake up. The world is
at war again. Guerre. Beware. Be
aware. I want to live. I want to live.
I want to live! I want to live! I want
to live! I want to live! I want to live!