They say, they have withdrawn their troops from the border. Maybe, maybe not. Peace for our time, an elder statesman once announced. War was two meters ahead.
Go to post pageApril 29th, 2014 by Thomas Josef Wehlim
They say, they have withdrawn their troops from the border. Maybe, maybe not. Peace for our time, an elder statesman once announced. War was two meters ahead.
Go to post pageIn vain, I wait. I travel with empty suitcases. With empty poems. In the Eastern Ukraine, we see these faces we last saw during the war in Yugoslavia: Faces of ancient hate, violence, cruelty. Again, someone opened gate 7Omega of hell.
Go to post pageBecome a Moment Maker. There is no need to cope with it. I emptied my database. I loaded all my novels, short stories and poems into it. I moved my database to the cosmological cloud. Putin copies Hitler’s geostrategic business plans: Destabilize a region, then come as a Messiah. Hide the costs. Hide future. Yesterday, […]
Go to post pageFor this war, I do not need to write a plot. The plot writes itself. It paints itself.
Go to post pageWar is a power. You construct it, you dress it, you call it. It then comes. And will not vanish anymore.
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