Meyran Kraus

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(Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband Leonard)

Tuesday (18? March 1941)

'Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.


In Oblivion Is A Rainy Fall:
A goodbye poem by Mey K.

(An anonymous poet inspired this anagram)

It hurt me so to watch the Fall perceived
As nothing more than weather gone insane,
For once I looked with caution I believed
Its virtue and could not be swayed again.

A blooming can put on a lively show,
Yet it - a vivid view - implies its end;
Deceptive is the beauty of the snow,
Its empty glares leave nothing to be penned.

Nobody wants a weather that can seethe -
Severe enough to cause your thoughts to melt...
Here, precious time of year is one you breathe;
A worthwhile day is one which can be felt.

The air was cool and pure this rainy eve.
I looked outside to view an owl fly by.
The oak maintained a branch of yellow leaves;
It bounced as if expecting them to die.

The notion struck like lightning in the grey,
The drops fell, warm, onto the open hand...
Don't grieve, poor love, and never curse this day,
You have no right if you can't understand -

I grasped the holy beauty of the Fall;
Then, writing you in poem my goodbye,
I hurried, willing, to reply its call -
October was an image, as was I.

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Sylvia Plath

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose names you meditate---
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

Mey K.

One little hazel pupil is, without doubt, a new, fabulous ideal.
What delight it would be to supply it with neon lights and swans,
An original carnival

Which marks you think of---
Ohio rain, the drying corn

Delicate leaf,
Pond of glorious and heroic

All but the hysteric
Twitching wrists, that dull,
Moonless plaster.

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What It's Like

We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies
But god forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls."
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static
Walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore
But god forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
But god forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

The Fake Use of the Word 'Free'
by Meyran Kraus

We need our daily fix of watching famished millions dying for aid
So we'd shake our heads, horrified, and put on a masquerade
But minutes later, we'd admire some noisy ad for a car
From a tedious conglomerate that'd like to keep things as they are...
Oh, what the hell, someone has to sell to the muddled mass;
Hey, making a change might mean actually moving our collective ass.

We like to ride the kids for smoking too much hash and having sex too soon
Though the more we nag, the less it seems to really change their tune
And the simple fact that teens feel like shit is no priority
"Hey, it's not in their heads but their hands,
Then cuff'em and toss 'way the key"
So we blame it on weed and TV Guide and everything else but ourselves
And we seem to forget what we had our kids go through
When they were twelve
Oh, what the hell, close'em in a cell, maybe then they'd learn
Our unneeded honor, pride and rigid opinions are things one earns.

I caught a high priest strip
And a Republican tip
I heard an archduke fart
I saw Oprah shrink
And Britney Spears think
I heard Bush say something smart
I found the evil in love
And the beauty of death
All around the globe
I had some tea with Buddha,
Took a voyage with God
And looked up Allah's robe
I surfed my conscious mind in an effort to find who I truly am
What a bitch it is - to reach the final ease, I got to give a damn...

Not so long ago, the US, don't you know, backed the Taliban
Saying, "The fucking Russkies back the other side,
So we'll take a stand"
But when New York was attacked, they went out of whack and changed their plan:
"The Soviets were right; Hell, let's all unite and bomb Afghanistan!"
So civilians are killed; the fresh Kabul 'regime' is almost just as vile
They can't even make it through the week, while we stock money in piles...
Oh, what the hell, let's huddle and yell: "God bless the USA!"
Go wave a flag, nobody needs to hear the truth anyway.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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