VPT Poetry Retrospective

Twenty Years Of Anniversary

2009-11-09T08:57:30+01:00

It is important to be a day ahead of a date that is important to the public image of the state- otherwise and on the very anniversary date of, let’s say, a social revolution or anarchy, one’s opinion may be blocked into silence by the supervising security departments that are too loaded with checking to allow for more material to traffic on the information lines.

There is one starting point that I can take when thinking of November 10, 1989, and it is the one I took when I first learned that the political bureau of the Bulgarian communist party had resigned their leader after over thirty years of his being in post, and were introducing a political change. Such changes are like two huge underwater icebergs, one of which represents the priority of business over any social life, and the other represents the priority of interest over any other individual or group.
The tops of the two icebergs, correspondingly that of politics and that of social relationships, can melt with the global warming or take various shapes in various dimensions, can be judged to be causes right or wrong when seen from the different aspects at which a business or a person is standing. The important thing is that no business structure suffered any major change in the commemorated past twenty years, though business went through a metamorphosis from belonging to private owners before the socialist revolution of 1944, then getting nationalized by the state, then given, in 1989, to people affiliated to political and security structures to manage, and now included in larger global structures. What changed was the system that worked or blocked the economic flows, the system of appropriateness which changed the staff that comprised the social elements of the business structures, and the security system that controlled the public behaviour and informativeness, with as many combinations of matching in the achieved result tools as many are the business or social levels and the business or social locations.

The generations born after there twenty years will need to know little about the period of socialism and capitalism divided to independently work on the same projects with just a few people allowed to cross the professional borders and exchange information vital to the creation of next projects, nor will those generations need to learn about the transition period of the past twenty years when the uniform- because it was created on opposition- social iceberg turned into stable economic pillars of opposite charge of the same elements to carry the stable world flows: of capital whose possession is scattered in bonds, of information to which access is restricted, of labour that is produced in the work-hand industries, of goods produced in restricted amounts to support the easy control of any consummation, of production that can be experimented with at any time and in the name of the people who will live away from the planet earth, of Know-How that recognizes no individual inventor and is valid only when developed in a business laboratory, of doctrines that are so evasive to the people that one would rather work than hope, like turning on the TV set to watch the commercials rather than getting mad when a commercial interrupts something that needs concentration to get to like it.
In line with the celebrations on the more or less 20-year global anniversary of closing an economic and social project that unified Europe after World War 2, here is an old poem of mine:

DUES

Shadows of light ahead of us
predetermining each action
who will measure how fast
you can ease or torque our tension
Who's the sun, a hope in front
to be liked or to be trusted
If I like the sun, you'll trust
Each one's option right and asked for
Who'll be there, the light we see,
by me liked, and by you trusted
We'll achieve that so complete
union of two souls fastened
Who's the child there to be born
whom I'll gladly give my name to,
Nothing else mine will belong
to us but the name material
They say we have lots of lives
following upon each other
I have here now survived
using all my lives, no other
Someone, somewhere, weary, wrong
didn't speculate on this truth
that our shadows future, strong,
predetermine all that we do
Those shadows of time and life,
their life-gist's speculation
on how good or wrong or right
we have been in our actions
Each one ray of effort light
is clad in a latent darkness,
we cannot reach on too far
if our shadows miss their targets
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 09.11.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU

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