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àâòîð: DianaStefanova

’’Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.’’
William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5

The tale of quiet madness struts along
across the stage of thinking and perception.
It’s all a game – an all too brief deception -
as Life, the idiotic actor, frets…
The storm approaches, gathers fire - strong,
fed by our fears, hatreds and regrets.

The line dividing right from wrong is thinning -
extending flat until the patient dies.
Absurdities, obscenities and lies,
produced by greed: a self-fulfilling cause,
ballooning from the mouths of politicians -
those circus clowns who grovel for applause.

And none of us, perhaps, could have a choice
to save the goodness from its poor ending?
It’s best to blithely carry on, pretending
that happiness is easily produced…
Despair was the lonely, ancient voice
of someone who was evil and confused!

Forget Macbeth, forget the living dead,
the millions unfortunate and starving!
It’s their fate to fall, behold the marvel -
the riches at the feet of those anointed,
amusing fools with circuses and bread.
A drama signifying nothing: pointless…

Another dollar, yet another day,
flung in the teeth of galloping tomorrows;
the privilege conveniently borrowed
becomes the debt for someone else to pay.
It’s not Macbeth, but some illusion, grieving
in search of cues to fight, to ask for grace.
The heroes won the crown; the villain’s leaving -
the nothingness, the walking shadow, stays…


Ïóáëèêóâàíî îò Administrator íà 02.11.2016 @ 16:24:37 



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"Circuses and Bread" | Âõîä | 1 êîìåíòàð | Òúðñåíå â äèñêóñèÿ
Êîìåíòàðèòå ñà íà ïóáëèêóâàùèÿ ãè. Íèå íå ñìå îòãîâîðíè çà òÿõíîòî ñúäúðæàíèå.

Íå ñà ïîçâîëåíè êîìåíòàðè íà Àíîíèìíè, ìîëÿ ðåãèñòðèðàé ñå.

Re: Circuses and Bread
îò question_of_my_mind (otgovorite@gmail.com) íà 02.11.2016 @ 23:47:23
(Ïðîôèë | Èçïðàòè áåëåæêà) http://n0sense7.blogspot.com
ìîæå áè ñàìî ñ åäíî íå ñúì ñúãëàñåí, ÷å íèêîé íå ìîæå äà ïðîìåíè íåùàòà, ìîæå áè ñàì íèêîé íå ìîæå, íî èíà÷å âñè÷êî å âúçìîæíî :)


Re: Circuses and Bread
îò DianaStefanova íà 03.11.2016 @ 14:00:57
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Yes, the collective power of humanity to change things for the better... I see you bring a healthy dose of idealism, to offset the effects of my rather cynical approach. Well, it is good to be positive - life requires life-sustaining illusions to counteract all the negativity out there... Thanks for the read and for commenting. Ïîçäðàâè! :)

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Re: Circuses and Bread
îò question_of_my_mind (otgovorite@gmail.com) íà 03.11.2016 @ 18:23:18
(Ïðîôèë | Èçïðàòè áåëåæêà) http://n0sense7.blogspot.com
Àç ãîâîðÿ çà âúçìîæíîñòà, .. àáñóðäíîòî â æèâîòà å ÷å íÿêîè íåùà êîèòî íå ñà êîé çíàå êîëêî òðóäíî ïîñòèæèìè èçãëåæäàò êàòî, èëè ñå îïðèëè÷àâàò êàòî èäåàëèçúì, íà ôîíà íà ìàñàòà îò "ïðîìèòè" ìîçúöè.
Ïðèìåðè áîë, åäèí ïðèðîäåí êàòàêëèçúì è õîï õîðàòà èçîñòàâÿò íàáúðçî ïðèäîáèòèòå ñè íðàâè, çàùîòî âúïðåêè âñè÷êî ñúçíàòåëíî èëè íå âñè÷êè çíàåì ùî å íîðìàëíî.
Èíà÷å àç ìîãà :) ñúùî äà ñúì öèíè÷åí .. è êàêúâ ëè íå.

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