Best Chekhov Poems

Don’t tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekhov

the thunderclap
   of breaking pane,
  frightening.
splintered shards -
     remains
of jagged lightning.
those tears I bleed…
  my fist is raw.
blackness crawls
   ...

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"If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired." -- Anton Chekhov


Chekhov declared that it's clearly imperative
That a gun given billing must duly be fired.
The bullet obligingly cinches the narrative,
Sating the thirst...

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"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"

Anton Chekhov

A doctor, a poet and a singer,
he was all three talents rolled into one,
prescribed in poetry, advised by song,
his medical practice...

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They chew gums in compacted face,
Cheek-bones lining made-up skin;
They belong to the golden race,
Of foaming coke and shriveled gin.

They stare at you like you were a slave,
All through your seven lives;
They do know how to behave,
But only with middle fingers five.

Rags cheap, faking overprice,
Skirts shorter...

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Theatre
ancient, organic
previewing, staging, performing
Sophocles, Chekhov, Ray, Tarantino
filming, screening, releasing
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Cinema.



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Date: 22 / 10 / 2016...

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"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
 ~ Anton Chekhov

She brightens the skies with her twinkling eyes
As they fall on the pages presented to her
Offering her the honor...

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Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other" 
Anton Chekhov

After a hectic stressful day
Some time for ourselves every day
Doing that which gives joy in every way
Few moments of happiness...

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I am not the famous one. But my pain was equal to his.
He became Chekhov. I became Alfie.
The meanness of the streets that spawned us made him a literary oak, while I became the hollow man, looking both outward and inward for substance not yet...

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It isn’t the voice of Aristotle, Plato, Shakespeare or Anton Chekhov riding down red square. It isn’t the voice of Adolf Hitler rumbling underground or Dwight D. Eisenhower building construction in the town.

It is not the voice of Woodrow Wilson, Ron De Santis, Ragan or...

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"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
Anton Chekhov

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Medicine, an in-pouring
Literature, poetry, our outpouring 
In tandem setting into motion, vibration
Epitomising our being-ness by gentle resonation

Let then our medicine, oh hermit,...

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The Russians have taught me
  that nothing has changed

Instead of Nazis and Fascists,
  we have terrorists to blame

Whether Turgenev or Chekhov,
  Tolstoy or Marx

When our nature’s in play,
 —much of life remains dark

(Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Diner: June, 2016)...

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Prince in nawab's costumes
Shouted in the dark Proscenium,
-Who's there, bequeath thousand gold coins
among the poorest citizen of my domain
Did anyone find those words?
breath-Stop flare, somebody sneeze somewhere
a cat under any seat in this empty auditorium
couple of rats are chewed by her, maybe.
Now deep blue night...

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The Russians have taught me
  that nothing has changed

Instead of Nazis and Fascists,
  we have terrorists to blame

Whether Turgenev or Chekhov,
  Tolstoy or Marx

When our nature’s in play
  —much of life remains dark

(Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Diner: June, 2016)...

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