Category: poetry

#204: Poem: Путин, идиот (Putin, You Idiot)

Philipp Kneis

ПУТИН, ИДИОТ(PUTIN, YOU IDIOT) Путин, идиот,когда сам идёт,когда прочь идёш? тыпреступники надзиратель за преступниками:твои приказы - твои дела:убийца, насильник, поджигатель, мучитель,мелкий воришка и только бандит,убийца Чечни, Сирии, Грузии, Украины,угнетатель русских, белорусов и других народов,реабилитолог Сталина,головорез КГБ,воскреситель темницы народов,воскреситель гулага,воскреситель стукачества,воскреситель фашизма,разрушитель гласности,разрушитель перестройки,разрушитель демократии,разрушитель справедливостиразрушитель мира,уличный хулиган,лжец и детоубийца,тебе не стыдно? ты похититель фьючерсовразвратитель людейкак… Continue reading #204: Poem: Путин, идиот (Putin, You Idiot)

#196: Poem: I Need to Believe

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I NEED TO BELIEVE Corvallis, October 9th, 2022 – P#786 I need to believethat beneath all this sorrowbeneath all this painand all this senseless senselessnessis waiting a future timemuch better than the current onewaitingto be bornout ofallthis I need to believebecause without this beliefthere would be nothingkeeping mefrom seeking madnessrather than sanityand desperationrather than resilienceand… Continue reading #196: Poem: I Need to Believe

#185: Poem: Sometimes, There’s Nothing To Say

Philipp Kneis

SOMETIMES, THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY Corvallis, August 14th, 2022 – P#782 sometimes, there's nothing to saynot that there wouldn't be anythingto talk about: for I could say all I want,but talking about it, would that not implya social component? so shall I cryout loudinto the wilderness? for I really feellike screamingout loud: and yet, who… Continue reading #185: Poem: Sometimes, There’s Nothing To Say

#172: Poem: The Fleeting Self

Philipp Kneis

THE FLEETING SELF Corvallis, July 4th, 2022 – P#776 sometimesI seem to have forgottenwho I waswhat I've donewho I am I look at my worksometimes with a senseof incredulity:how did this happen?could I've really done this?who was this methat wrote all this,said all this,did all this? I feel like a stranger to myselfand all is… Continue reading #172: Poem: The Fleeting Self

#162: Seize the Day

Philipp Kneis

I am currently – among other things – working on editing my fifth poetry volume. It will largely consist of my absolutely insane mega-poem “Pastiche”, a 20000-long act of utter lunacy. As I am going over its meandering bouts of madness, I come across parts written in English, French, Latin, Greek, German, etc. – some… Continue reading #162: Seize the Day

#161: Poem: We All

Philipp Kneis

WE ALL Corvallis, April 28th, 2021 - P#773 we allhave hopeswe allhave dreamswe allseek solace of the soul for as we walkin this valley of darknessfar too oftenwe're all alonewe're all, deep down,a single being,reaching outfor all our lives:for all our sakes:and though we trythe only certainty in birthis death;and all that happens in betweencan… Continue reading #161: Poem: We All

#156: Politics, Arts and Sports: Some Erratic Reflections

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I. During the recent weeks, we have heard demands for uttering shibboleths from athletes or artists at two crucial occasions: During the Beijing Winter Olympics – held in a totalitarian state – and during the genocidal war waged by Russia against innocent Ukraine. What do athletes, what do artists, what do performers think about gruesome… Continue reading #156: Politics, Arts and Sports: Some Erratic Reflections

#150: Poem: Nunc Est

Philipp Kneis

SYLLOGY XLVI INVOCATIO(VERSIO LATINA) nunc est horaclamansagitansnunc est horaclamantesagitantesrogantesprobantesdubitantessumus:estqui sumus?estqui speramus?estquae est?hora istatota, omnahora istavivantesmoriturisperantessumusnunc horanunc sumus VARIATIO PRIMA:IN THE MADNESS OF THE CURRENT WORLD / in the madness of the current worldseek we only to survivefor long enough to see this through: to finish our affairs right hereso that prepared we'll be -so that… Continue reading #150: Poem: Nunc Est

#123: Poem: Pretend We

Philipp Kneis

PRETEND WE Corvallis, December 8th-30th, 2021 – P#769 pretend wethere could be normalitythere could be a way to beas we were before pretend weall we wish will come to passall we wish will make us wholeand fill empty souls pretend wetime could easily turn backpast mistakes won't haunt us sowe can have it all pretend… Continue reading #123: Poem: Pretend We