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Showing posts with label shelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shelling. Show all posts

Thursday, March 17, 2022

TO BEAR OR NOT BEAR ARMS /
FUGITIVE SECURITY

Two Poems by Alex Nodopaka

NOTE: This video is NOT from Alex Nodopaka's niece's apartment but from Twitter.



1. To bear or not bear arms
 
As my niece in Kyiv
is being shelled
I write poems
based on her words*
and what I see
on our TV.
 
I hold my Siamese
the way I imagine
her holding hers.
It seems odd to me
with the repressed
memories I held
 
for over 80 years
but that's all I can do
except bear arms
and join her.
I never in my life
thought I'd say
 
Damn Russia.
 

2. Fugitive security*

A poem based on the words of Alex Nodopaka’s niece in Kyiv.
 
The daily shaking of the 5th
floor of the building
where I live frightens me.
 
Nightly I put down
a few blankets on the floor
of my bathroom.
 
The only place that offers
a false sense of security.
Wedging my head
 
between the toilet
and the wall for protection
I try to sleep
 
despite the rumbling
keeping me awake.
 

Alex Nodopaka originated immaculately in Ukraine in 1940. Speaks San Franciscan, Parisian, Kievan & Muscovite. Mumbles in English & un poquo de Madridista. He sings in tongues after Vodka, has studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Presently full time author and visual artist in USA.

Sunday, March 06, 2022

I IMAGINE FIRST LEAVING THE HOSPITAL

by Ying Wu


A wounded 6-year-old girl arrived at a hospital in Mariupol, Ukraine, on Sunday. Her mother wept outside the ambulance. Her father was at her side, covered in blood. The family was at a supermarket on the outskirts of the southeastern port city when Russian shelling started, according to the Associated Press. Now, a medical team was racing to save the young girl's life. "Take her out! Take her out! We can make it!" a hospital worker shouted. They placed her onto a gurney and wheeled her inside, where doctors and nurses fought to revive her. But she could not be saved. A doctor who was pumping oxygen into her looked into the camera of an Associated Press videojournalist in the room. "Show this to Putin," he said. "The eyes of this child, and crying doctors." Photo credit: Evgeniy Maloletka/AP —CNN, February 28, 2022


You step on the sidewalk.
 
Life breaks into pieces.
 
There are segments and thresholds.
 
Your child collapsed
when the missile exploded.
 
Your heel strikes the pavement.
 
Her body is there at the hospital, still—
but now, you’re outside.
 
Life crosses thresholds.
 
When your child was born,
you tasted forever.
 
But the sidewalk is sectioned.
Today, all the sections seem smaller.
 
Life is unknown.
It breaks into pieces—
 
and the space between heel strikes
can swallow you whole.


Ying Wu is a cognitive scientist at UC San Diego and executive editor of the Kids! San Diego Poetry Annual.  More examples of her work can be found online at Poetry & Art San Diego, Serving House Journal, Writers Resist, Poetry Pacific, and The New Verse News.  Her work is also featured in a permanent installation at the  San Diego Airport.  She leads research on insight, problem solving, and aesthetic experience and lives with her husband and daughter on a sailboat in the San Diego Bay.