Every text is a small act of alchemy.
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№ 24
Matryoshka
I'll leave behind the door All my prejudice. I'll consign to oblivion Old templates and old jokes. I'll throw out the junk. Make room for new dreams! Take me at my word. I'm not afraid to fall out of line. I've got one…
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№ 23
Scandals
I really do love a scandal. Don't feed me honey — feed me a row. "Where on earth did my opals go?!" Ah, there they are. Right. Merci. My sweetheart is playing PlayStation. A true intellectual, you see. So why does it…
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№ 17
AI Oranges
On vivid blue Burning beautifully Three oranges. AI prints the picture On a printer in a shop, To put it in the window. Is art being made by a machine? Or is this only half of art? What does artificial intelligence…
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№ 16
Summer, Summer
A poem written at the age of ten This poem was written at ten, at a summer camp. To the point of pain. To the point of shame. To the point of alchemy. This is the beginning. Without it there would be nothing. Summer, summer, How I love Your bright and…
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Meanings
From genius to madness is a short step. Some get a standing ovation. Some get whistled off. How to take what — Is decided by your meaning. Supercomputers have frozen, Calculating the thoughts of clients. Capitalists are…
