A Bit of Non-poems and Snapshots

Here are a couple of my literary experiments from many years ago. In those days, my friends classified me as a "depressive and decadently improvising individual". These works (and previous) are for me now a thing of the past - something like the Napoleonic Wars! But they bear wittness to a period of my life which I went through.

And to contrast with my poetry, I added some nice photographs from a more recent time. They present the children of our Q-club, and hopefully demonstrate that working with young people is a pleasure.

 


A BLOODLESS MORNING
A DARK STREAM BEATS INTO THE SLEEPY FOG
A PILE OF RUBBISH IS OVERFLOWING WITH YESTERDAY’S GARBAGE
FROST IS BURNING ON MY WINDOW
(IF ONLY I COULD GO THOUGH THE WALL AND VANISH, AND LEAVE THIS WASTELAND WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING)
THE BLACK SNAKE ON THE CEILING HASN’T MOVED
I WOULD CRY BUT I HAVE BROKEN MYSELF OF THIS HABIT
ANOTHER YEAR IS WRITTEN

THIS INCOMPLETE DREAM WHICH BROUGHT ME HERE
IS LIKE A BUBBLE WHICH BURST AND THE COLOURFUL VISIONS
VANISHED THE UNSIGHTLY CREEPING SPIDER IS FUNNIER
THAN THE BLACK SNOW OUTSIDE
NOTHING MORE

 

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The pink princess.
Lucy is drawing at the Khamoro festival for Rom`s in Prague.

 

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This is mechatronics.
Adam gives life to his model of an automatic drink machine, driven by a PC.

 


THROUGH THE TWISTED GLASS I SEE EVERYTHING WITH BITTERNESS
LEANING AGAINST A PAPER WALL OF ENORMOUS SIZE
WITH BENT KNEES
MY HAND ON THE HANDLE OF THE EMERGENCY EXIT
TO GO ON, TO LET GO
(I WILL NOT PASS)
TO GO FURTHER, AND STAND WITHOUT BEING HELD
TO BE DISTANT FROM THIS PLACE WHICH CAN BE SO EASILY BROKEN THROUGH
(IT CAN’T HAPPEN)
IS THE GROUND TREMBLING, OR AM I?
STIFF RUDE LOOKS
ARE ALL THAT REMAIN
AN EMPTY HALL OF DELUSIONS
THE MUSICIAN’S PLACE IS EMPTY
NO ONE IS PRESENT
A WHISTLING IN THE CEILING VAULTS
A DISTANT DRAUGHT
SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T CONCERN ME

 

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QUIDEX is coming.
Marek is preparing his model of a wind-powered generator
for the Youth Science and Technology Exhibition.

 

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Multimedia begins here.
Lucy is learning to work with a video camera.

 


THERE WAS A TIME
WHEN I ROLLED ON THE GROUND
IN SPASMS AND TEARS
WITHIN MYSELF
(YOU CAN HEAR ONLY A SIGH, WHICH HAS ESCAPED ME)
THERE WAS A TIME
WHEN RUDE WORDS FLASHED BEFORE MY BURNING EYES
WHEN I TREMBLED WITH DISGUST AND HATE
(A LIGHT REFLECTING OFF MY FINGERS WHICH CANNOT PERCEIVE)
THERE WAS A TIME
FOR TEARS OF FORGIVENESS AND HAPPINESS IN BELIEVING
BELIEF
HAS FALLEN AND IS NO MORE
THE DEVASTATED LANDSCAPE
IS SCORCHED AND DEAD
TIME IS SILENT, TIME HAS PASSED
NOTHING HAS HAPPENED

 

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Time for thinking.
Eva, when she was ten years old.

 

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Unique Crazy Bikes emerge from the Q-club.
David is test-driving the top model of our 18 month project. It is a unique, ecological vehicle, and the last of nine prototypes produced to entertain young people at the club. It is another way they can spend their free time instead of smoking or doing drugs.