Слободкина Ольга
Exclusive Publishing Series by Olga Slobodkina-von Bromssen. Part Four
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EXCLUSIVE PUBLISHING SERIES by OLga Slobodkina-von Bromssen.
Part IV
1. From my book ALLORA, SICILY
Sea view
is the only thing
that reconciles me with life...
But a room with a sea view
is so expensive here,
in Taormina...
So I sit on the roof with a swimming pool until late.
However,
I have climbed Mount Etna this afternoon
and heard the powerful groans
of this lady vulcano.
And after the sunset
had a good swim
in the little harbour of Mazzaro
(where I live now...)
when all the people left
burnt by the Sun.
When I was walking home
along the road
a car stopped
and people asked me in Italian
the whereabouts of Isola Bella -
I told them
as if I were an old timer here...
Also made friends with a nice man,
owner of a tavern restaurant
who helped me on my first day here.
If you cannot change things
you may start liking them...
So I decided to like it
notwithstanding
the absence of the sea view...
This is Sicily,
after all.
And I am still here,
an old timer on Planet Earth...
So I decided to start liking
the garden view,
i.e. the wall,
and shut my eyes
to the fact
that my room
has the feel of a nun's cell,
a nun of complete eclosure -
such nuns still live in Palermo...
I'm not yet an actual nun,
but a lady who has paid a lot of money
to enjoy Sicily...
Nothing doing...
An open restaurant with the view of Mount Etna
in my dream hotel Villa Paradiso
has remained up in Taormina...
And I am here,
in the Bay of Mazzaro,
in the cell of a lady
who has paid a lot of money
to feel like a nun
of complete eclosure -
such nuns still live in Palermo...
August 2014
***
2.
From my book
WALKS THROUGH THE PANDEMIC
Palaces...
I've photographed them many a time.
I'm on a walk.
Through pandemia.
It's only 6 o'clock,
but very dark.
It's just a strall
round the park -
no eupho-
ria.
However, at the stadium
they're filming.
Thus
there is a crew,
some people on the track,
a spot of light.
But soon they let out a cloud
(as if they're playing)
of smoke or gas.
And I dart off, I'm not a wack
to stay -
there's always something dange-
rous,
especially in the night.
I'm crawling down the hill,
the earth is damp and weary
and covered by the dead and brown leaves.
You never know
what you will do in just 2 minutes.
There suddenly starts a ringing -
the church bells.
They toll and toll...
My life is waning -
And that is all...
I know it very well.
The sweet church bells of Russia.
They're singing
the song of life...
and are performing swell.
I can't go to the church -
the situation's warning.
I'm only on a walk -
to ventilate my lungs
to strech my legs all right.
I do get out -
not early in the morning,
late in the evening
or at night.
I'd like to go on learning and creating
and breathing,
but my time is small.
Time on the Earth is small.
My head's vibrating.
God never lets a good thing last too long.
This stretch of life
is like a season. Seeing
the sea in summer time, some Southern bay.
In winter - a short hiliday
by skiing.
I'm in the rhythm of poetry today.
My pen refused to work,
but I insisted.
For sms won't do.
They'll get me into a plight.
I made it work.
Please, do, my pen, my sister.
Oh, can I have at least this priviledge -
to write!
I'm sitting on a bench
getting quite chill`ed.
I can't go out every day, I guess.
My camera, that I desired fix`ed
was made out of focus and no less.
I have to learn to cast off things unneeded -
that irritate or hurt - like that.
The people in the park walk their dogs on leashes -
they come to me to sniff,
which is not bad.
I leave the bench and go on panting.
It's damp and very very lay.
The lanterns do not look romantic.
It's good they're lit.
Or otherwise - no way...
I'm learning French,
but not without an effort.
It's difficult for me,
but I do like one in a hundred word -
"noire" and "leur", for instance.
But Germanic
I mean, the langauges,
are my strong fort.
In Moscow noone's keeping distance.
Noone is really wearing a mask.
Nobody seems to take the situation serious-
ly.
However, things are gloomy, we're at risk.
Despite of all life's going on. However
in Moscow there're 7000 cases daily more or less.
But women're getting married and give birth as ever
and roll their baby carts in a pro-
gress.
So on and on
without knowing
what is in store for me and what the future'll bring
I go out round the park - just strolling.
Filming the Palaces...
The chirch bells ring.
Nov. 29, 2020
***
3. A singer? -
Yes.
An actress?
- What are you talking about?
They have to learn their roles,
know their lines...