I don't get to come to this site much now. From 2004 - 2005 I wrote quite polifically here. I was learning English then. Through force of circumstyances. Now I'm losing it again. When I first joined, I wrote this for my profile:
"I am in a western country at present. For the time being. I don’t like to think of myself as an émigré. That has a sound of political refugee. I’m not one of those. I wasn’t a dissident. I wasn’t a refusenik. In fact I’m a patriot. And what’s more I welcomed the end of the communist era. I welcomed the pulling down of the wall surrounding West Berlin; and I welcomed the advent of Boris Yeltsin. And one day I will return to my homeland. But just for the present I have to be away from it. A few years back I got in some trouble and I can’t go back just yet.
My poems will present a picture of the prosaic world, the ordinary world, my world. They won’t present a heroic, melodramatic, picture of the human soul and a Byronic feeling for freedom and heroism. Or anything else as grand as that! I’m not up to that. These poems are about things that I suddenly decide to write about: inspired by what happens and what has previously happened around me.
I’d like to develop an insouciant style. Insouciant is such a cool word. Supposedly it means “cheerfully unconcerned or unworried about something”. Can that be?
Another cool (but useless) word is “bucolic”. Soon after I learnt the word insouciant (which was last year) I discovered the word “bucolic”. Then I thought I should develop a bucolic style. Until I looked it up and found that it means: “relating to or characteristic of the countryside, country life, or country people; relating to or characteristic of shepherds, herdsmen or flocks”. Well, I don’t know! I’m going to battle building a bucolic style. In the first century BCE Virgil wrote a whole lot in a bucolic style. In fact they were called the ten Eclogues, or Bucolics, and were his first major work. They were pastoral poems. Someday I’ll read them (Translations, of course!) But me, I was born in Kiev and I grew up in Vitsyebsk! I was a city boy! That didn’t help to acquaint me with countryside, shepherds, flocks, sheep.
Don’t expect either that there will be “a kind of dialectic” at work in these poems. If there is, it’ll be by pure accident. Because I don’t really know what dialectic means, although I’m supposed to, because my boyhood overlapped with the last years of the soviet regime, and something recalls about Comrade Marx’s use of the word. I never let that part of my education bother me much. I think I’m probably better for it.
What I aim for is a readable, clean, pure, dry style. I’d like to write like Maksim Gorky. He is a great hero of mine, not just because of his writing. I’d like to develop a style that is like 100 proof ice-cold vodka."
"I am in a western country at present. For the time being. I don’t like to think of myself as an émigré. That has a sound of political refugee. I’m not one of those. I wasn’t a dissident. I wasn’t a refusenik. In fact I’m a patriot. And what’s more I welcomed the end of the communist era. I welcomed the pulling down of the wall surrounding West Berlin; and I welcomed the advent of Boris Yeltsin. And one day I will return to my homeland. But just for the present I have to be away from it. A few years back I got in some trouble and I can’t go back just yet.
My poems will present a picture of the prosaic world, the ordinary world, my world. They won’t present a heroic, melodramatic, picture of the human soul and a Byronic feeling for freedom and heroism. Or anything else as grand as that! I’m not up to that. These poems are about things that I suddenly decide to write about: inspired by what happens and what has previously happened around me.
I’d like to develop an insouciant style. Insouciant is such a cool word. Supposedly it means “cheerfully unconcerned or unworried about something”. Can that be?
Another cool (but useless) word is “bucolic”. Soon after I learnt the word insouciant (which was last year) I discovered the word “bucolic”. Then I thought I should develop a bucolic style. Until I looked it up and found that it means: “relating to or characteristic of the countryside, country life, or country people; relating to or characteristic of shepherds, herdsmen or flocks”. Well, I don’t know! I’m going to battle building a bucolic style. In the first century BCE Virgil wrote a whole lot in a bucolic style. In fact they were called the ten Eclogues, or Bucolics, and were his first major work. They were pastoral poems. Someday I’ll read them (Translations, of course!) But me, I was born in Kiev and I grew up in Vitsyebsk! I was a city boy! That didn’t help to acquaint me with countryside, shepherds, flocks, sheep.
Don’t expect either that there will be “a kind of dialectic” at work in these poems. If there is, it’ll be by pure accident. Because I don’t really know what dialectic means, although I’m supposed to, because my boyhood overlapped with the last years of the soviet regime, and something recalls about Comrade Marx’s use of the word. I never let that part of my education bother me much. I think I’m probably better for it.
What I aim for is a readable, clean, pure, dry style. I’d like to write like Maksim Gorky. He is a great hero of mine, not just because of his writing. I’d like to develop a style that is like 100 proof ice-cold vodka."
- Last seen on Sep 26 8:30 AM. Member since September 13, 2004.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 354 comments.
- I am a 37 year old guy (Russia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a welder and boilermaker.
- I have 354 comments, 35 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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I want to say goodbye to all people at AllPoetry. Tomorrow I go home.155 lines, 13 comments, July 17, 2005. In Personal
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But then you went and got carried away.
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“Is that a question I’m supposed to answer?”
“I’m beginning to think that you want to play tough. -
It is no use trying to gather figs of thistles.
With difficulties such an undertaking bristles.24 lines, 2 comments, May 31, 2005. In Other
My Stories
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I don’t know how it came about that the wager was struck between Vasily and Ivan. Maybe they had been talking about the fad of body piercing, and how painful it might or might1940 lines, 8 comments, February 27, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Other
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Fellow AP poet Creatine sent me this message:
“Vialokin. … your last few have really got me interested. I have some requests. Maybe you would be prepared to accede to them.2197 lines, 2 comments, February 27, 2005. In <200 lines, Other -
Names have been changed in this story. You’ll soon realize why.
At school there were a few boys I didn’t like. Not many. But two in particular that I didn’t like were Vikto4677 lines, February 21, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Other
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Twisted Fairy on May 21, 2005You know...I never remembered to stop by and say hi. HI! lol...
I was just thinking of a saying I learned. "Nas ne dagoniat". I think it means "not gonna get us" or something like that. You speak Russian so I figured I would ask if that is what it means. Is that what it means? Russian, along with Italian and French, is one of the langauges I want to learn. Spanish just doesn't cut it for me anymore. Anyway...peace out
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JRShaw on April 16, 2005Thank you for visiting.
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Indrid Cold on April 13, 2005Well, I just got to tell you, I'm sorry for not having saud anything back to you. That did help quite a bit, although my paper over-all only got an average grade. But that's okay, it's good enough for me, and it would have been a hell of a lot worse had it not been for you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
On top of that, I've got a ton of story ideas going on in my head, and I'm just waiting to see which ones I should write out and then post, so hopfully something from me should be coming soon. It's an up-coming attraction, LOL!!!!!!
Well, other than that, I'm fine and I am quite happy. I hope everything is okay for you.
Talk to you later then, I guess.
Dominik
