I am not a refugee from Twitter

Though I’ve tried it and it sucks.

Besides, Twitter’s run by an evil critter.

And I don’t want Twitter, not for a billion bucks.

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edited by Fledermaus

(a folk poem, supposedly by dog lovers, translated, unrhymed, the Russian original is metered and rhymed)

hound races dogs, just a poem about dogs

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Dogs are racing through our lives
For most folks, this is hard to grasp —
Training grounds, shows, prizes
Consume, devour you, so be vigilant
Diagnosis is accurate though cruel
The disease is incurable. Alas.
Once you’ve picked up a dog leash
You’ll understand the cause of this.
Our zodiac signs are also clear
And fate has been mapped in advance
If there were no dogs in this world
We would have to invent them.

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Аnything can happen

Аnything can happen

(Unrhymed translation, Russian original)

You know, anything can happen in life:
It happens that the stars are sprinkled like sparkling dust.
Sometimes, the sky smiles at you along with the sun,
And, for no reason, your mood can be good

Fate will give you a handful of successful days,
They will scatter throughout life like a few shattered rubies
A cheerful wind will climb into your window,
And, for no reason at all, your mood can be is good

Or maybe Fate will poison you with bitterness. For a reason.
Fate can destroy your plans, and torment, and encourage
And behind your back Fate always makes mocking grimaces…
You think it must be over, but in fact it’s never enough.

Again, Fate will regret what it did and, as it knows mercy
It once will give you a break, a dreamlike morning
The weather will warm up — even if it was cold
And once again, for no reason, your mood will be good.

So, tear off days, off the tear-off calendar of life
Just stick around and endure for a while
Fate will give you love, occasional joy, much confusion,
And eventually, the mood will be good.

anything, anything can happen

End of the Poem

You must once

original text  of you must once

Outside the window snow

А знаешь, в жизни всякое случается:
Бывает, звезды сыплются порошею.
Бывает, небо солнцем улыбается,
И просто… настроение хорошее!!!

Судьба подарит дней удачных горсточку,
Разбросит, как рубиновое крошево.
Веселым ветром заберется в форточку,
Ну, просто… настроение хорошее!

А может, горечью отравит… Что ж, случается…
Сломает планы – мучает… куражится…
И за спиной отчаянно кривляется…
Да так, что, в общем, мало не покажется!

Опять же, пожалеет и, помилуя,
Подарит утро… на мечту похожее!..
Растеплится погода — злюка стылая,
И снова… настроение хорошее!

Вот так, срывая день за днем, и катится
Вся эта жизнь – то облаком, то ношею.
А ты люби и радость и сумятицу,
И будет… настроение хорошее!

anything can happen

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You must once.

You must once

(edited/translated by Fledermaus, © 2021, original)

And you must once, at least once
as you’ve reached the top, as you’ve caught up with the horizon,
to stumble and fall
to feel the fatal call of the abyss below with each pulsating cell.
And, as you lose your strength — to break down in the gorge
To crumble stones with your bloody fingers…
And, suddenly, as you are about to die, to stay alive…
… at the very edge of the death!…
Sit down… Be silent… Draw a smoke…
Laugh quietly… and think:
— How  great it is to be alive.

А всё-таки надо… пусть даже однажды…
достигнув вершины, догнав горизонт,
споткнуться… и падая… клеточкой каждой
почувствовать пропасти гибельный зов.
И, силы теряя — в ущелье срываться,
кровавыми пальцами камни крошить…
И, вдруг, умирая… в живых оставаться…
… у самого края — в живых оставаться!…
Присесть… Помолчать… Закурить…
Рассмеяться… и думать:
— Как всё-таки здорово жить!!!

The end

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a tanka

Oh the rat’s pencil
Your valor was so steadfast
Till the sharp teeth sank
Into your once creative flesh
To sharpen it. Draw, you wretch!

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Imported master
Treasonous and traitorous.
On a dim-lit path
Leads his brainless followers
Toward salvation. Let’s laugh.

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I love my rat
He is just so outrageously fat.
Clutching his stupid iphone
That is of a satanically pink hue
He giggles; I feel so happy

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I am surrounded by darkness 

It is not the dark matter sort of total darkness  

This darkness is thick 

Oppressive 

Gluey  

Permeating  

Diffusing through substance  

Unavoidable  

Monotonous  

Inescapable 

It’s my own self 

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After a long pause I came back to scanning old thoughts 

Long abandoned like my own soul at the end of a track  

Of rusty rails punctuated by pauses of cracked ties  

Where I lurk in the fog of horrible do-it-yourself lies  

Unwittingly concealing truths so unimaginably black  

Horrid things tied up in un-untieable knots 

Of numb memories causing pain so unbearably severe 

Inflamed visions of old train tracks running up to the horizon  

Which isn’t just there, it’s an optical illusion or worse

And around are the monsters of one who knows well he is sick  

Hopeless, tired, but you had enough time to get wiser  

Though you didn’t.

Don’t fear, the end must be near. For everyone.

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