1. My GPT 3.5 prompt: "Fed up with tons of meaningful information,
we enjoy meaningless abstract art.
2. Edited - NB! - GPT 3.5 response
"Looking for a meaning,
in the swirls and hues,
lost in the dance,
of endless views.
But the meaning never comes,
and so we let it be,
embracing the uncertainty,
of our wandering minds
set free."
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we, americans, are very lucky with an apple: from apple pie to apple jobs.-)
Dark Icon from Ukraine
this is Dark Icon from my hometown in far away Ukraine...that tiny Cross
my mom gave me as a gift - Spasi i Sohrini! - written on the Cross -
Save & Preserve!- and even in a digital form it somehow beams
a human warmness and kindness of that land - land of
Black and Azov seas, land of endless steeps, sky full of thousands miles clouds,
land of Kozak Freedom and Thoughts of great stranger, philosopher and poet
Gregory Skovoroda..."The world was chasing me, but never caught" -
and I do like these Gregory's words, spirit of Free Ukraine in them!
In Memoriam of Andrey Voznesenskii
Andrey Voznesenskii & Ukrainian Poet Vasyl Makhno, New York City, 2009
Men walk on Moon, July 1969 New York Times
Voznesenskii poem in the same New York Times edition
Robert Hass @ Poet House in New York City
...people have no time to read - they busy with their life, work and constant worries about everything else;
but occasionally the tiny book of poems could seduce you and - voila! -
you in the Netherlands of timeless idea, beautiful thoughts, images, rhythms & rhymes...
it works as a glass of good red wine with a good friend.
...couple a days ego I have a chance to meet Robert
Hass, American poet, here in New York City at Poets House's Ecology event; there was a lot of talking about ecology, spill of the oil, that now covering up to half of our Planet Oceans, and how we humans destroying our own environment.
At the end of the night I overheard elderly beautiful woman speaking to Robert, trying to express what is
poetry for her and for all of us:
- Those poems, I know by heart , they like - a members of my family, they my friends and my prayers
and when nobody left in my life I still could rely on them, lend my memories to them, weep with them as a child and even ask forgiveness
but people have no time to read...
In Memoriam of Urii Vlodov, great Russian Poet
Jesus Christ had a child, a girl.
She was sick with AIDS and tuberculosis.
And she was the only Christ’s Love,
and this Love was much greater than his Love to the whole world...
When, crucified on the Cross,
Jesus was dying, his last words were:
Father, Father,
if you can,
cure and save my Love...
Amen.
GI of Sky ( free translation from Urii Vlodov - great Russian Poet)
Urii Vlodov, great Russian Poet & dissident, 1978, Moscow underground...
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this is a free translation from Vlodov poetm "Pamiatnik";
and, one more time, this is a Free Retelling of an original poem & I made this poem more
American like (given that almost every day American GIs die in Afghanistan!)
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GI of Sky
a soldier went through hell of flame,
became a legend, spark of fame,
GI of mighty sky.
forgive me, kids, my dear wife,
I meet you soon in other life...
Your John,
GI of sky!
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KATYN 9-11
...it could be either Poland 9-11or Katyn 2.0 or both at the same time:
KATYN 9-11
