"Yeah, Tolstoy,
the guy could write like he was carving his name
into a mountain.
A real heavyweight.
He saw the whole circus of life and didn’t blink.
Kings and peasants, love and death, all rolled into one.
Maybe too serious for his own good,
but that’s what made him real.
The man had guts,
a vision too big for most people to stomach.
When you ou read him, you felt it deep."
“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy
A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.
And the revelers move in a parade
Belly dancers, clowns and people with masks
Ending with music, food and dance
This a preparation for the arrival of LENT
What kind of repentance is this ??
Parading your sins before the world ??
We have it in Goa and little clubs in Mumbai
I retreat into my silent zone.
Leo Tolstoy your words to me are like gold.
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy,
approximately 800 redundant pages
of Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentless banalities of economic and political elitists.
Rather like transcribing often inebriated conversations
within all-night insider celebrations
of a ProPlutocracy Party Convention
Or, sadly, a depressed weed-rant
at the end of a long defensive policy debate
among inter-religiously woke Democrats
longing for a win/win DanceParty Convention,
like in the good-old liberally bipartisan ballroom days
Only maybe about 400 condensed
impacted pages shorter
with the remainder quite unliterally
and anti-climatically inscrutable
as planned anti-ecological obsolescence
through mutually partisan assured destruction
Drinking and smoking
through organic Earth's rabidly dark night
denying and/or distracted
from synergetically addressing
our unwell-disorganizing Anthropocene
of epically AnthroNarcissistic
autocratic-monopolistic chaos
Adding nothing more useful
or healthy
or sacred
to Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentlessly drunk banalities
of economic and political elitists.
The world looks to us such a mess
so we think we’re able to do a fix
but how we expect to change the world
it’s too big a prob for our few tricks
Take a deep long think inside
ponder a lot on what to do
take a real look inside your heart
maybe need to change you
You see before you change the world
there’s a little change you do need
and that’s within your own heart
now there’s a thought to ponder indeed
So go and change yourself within
only then this world will transform
now if everywhere were to do that
that would really cause a storm
(‘Everyone thinks of changing the world but no one thinks of changing himself’. - Leo Tolstoy)
Destruction, devastation,
murders, mayhem, anarchy,
ravages and the ruins of wars...
Lost therein is peace.
~Part 2, Fully Booked contest by nette onclaud
~Title: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy / 06/23/16
Part 2 - Fully Booked
War and Peace
Praise the rights that all mankind
live together in sweet peace.
Damn the wrongs of bitter war...
choices...live or die.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Part 2 - Fully Booked
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Judged: 06/25/2016
War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy)