I take no joy in pleasures preconceived And nature is a graying dot today And only in light drunkenness I may From the unwealthy life color receive. The wind is playing with a cloud immersed An anchor falls to bottom of the sea And breathless like a canvas under me Soul overhangs abysses of the cursed. But I adore casino on the sea The foggy window swinging avidly On rippling cloth a ray of sun shines through Surrounded by water green and blue When like a rose a glass of wine is full I see the flapping wings of a seagull! By Osip Mandelshtam Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
As of December first I will be living in the small town of Paris, Ontario, Canada........ this will make me neighbours with The John Turmel...... who has the world's record for most political campaigns ran... and lost....... I have four lost campaigns myself....... if you do a search for the name John Turmel on Wikipedia you will be all set up for a possible reality film project that takes place at least partly in a casino...... I will probably send your poem off to John Turmel through Facebook...... to see if he likes this........ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Turmel Theoretically The John Turmel could potentially become one of the largest employers of actors and actresses in the little town of Paris, Ontario as well as in his nearby city of Brantford..... The John Turmel losing Alternative Currency Notes of some sort.... in a casino........... that is fully backed up by Northern Pesos......... could well attract volunteer actors and actresses willing to do what needs to be done to get themselves a bit of Fame?!
@ibshambat .. .in your many travels have you ever been to New Zealand? If so..... you may find this particular NDE account rather interesting....... At Home with John & Carol Featuring Ian McCormack
