Sunday, December 28, 2025

Poet - Arseny Tarkovsky - a Poem Life


"I would readily pay with my life
For a safe place with constant warmth
Were it not that life's flying needle
Leads me on through the world like a thread."

Arseny Tarkovsky Life, life

1

I don't believe forebodings, nor do omens
Frighten me. I do not run from slander
Nor from poison. On earth there is no death.
All are immortal. All is immortal. No need
To be afraid of death at seventeen
Nor yet at seventy. Reality and light
Exist, but neither death nor darkness.
All of us are on the sea-shore now,
And I am one of those who haul the nets
When a shoal of immortality comes in.

2
Live in the house - and the house will stand.
I will call up any century,
Go into it and build myself a house.
That is why your children are beside me
And your wives, all seated at one table,
One table for great-grandfather and grandson.
The future is accomplished here and now,
And if I slightly raise my hand before you
You will be left with all five beams of light.
With shoulder blades like timber props
I hels up every day that made the past,
With a surveryor's chain I measured time
And travelled through as if across the Urals.

3
I picked an age whose stature measured mine.
We headed south, made dust swirl on the steppe.
Tall weeds were rank; a grasshopper was playing,
Brushed horseshoes with his whiskers, prophesied
And told me like a monk that I would perish.
I took my fate and strapped it to my saddle;
And now I've reached the future I still stand
Upright in my stirrups like a boy.
I only need my immortality
For my blood to go on flowing from age to age.
I would readily pay with my life
For a safe place with constant warmth
Were it not that life's flying needle
Leads me on through the world like a thread.


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Арсений Тарковский

Жизнь, жизнь

I

Предчувствиям не верю и примет
Я не боюсь. Ни клеветы, ни яда
Я не бегу. На свете смерти нет.
Бессмертны все. Бессмертно все. Не надо
Бояться смерти ни в семнадцать лет,
Ни в семьдесят. Есть только явь и свет,
Ни тьмы, ни смерти нет на этом свете.
Мы все уже на берегу морском,
И я из тех, кто выбирает сети,
Когда идет бессмертье косяком.


II

Живите в доме — и не рухнет дом.
Я вызову любое из столетий,
Войду в него и дом построю в нем.
Вот почему со мною ваши дети
И жены ваши за одним столом —
А стол один и прадеду и внуку:
Грядущее свершается сейчас,
И если я приподнимаю руку,
Все пять лучей останутся у вас.
Я каждый день минувшего, как крепью,
Ключицами своими подпирал,
Измерил время землемерной цепью
И сквозь него прошел, как сквозь Урал.


III

Я век себе по росту подбирал.
Мы шли на юг, держали пыль над степью;
Бурьян чадил; кузнечик баловал,
Подковы трогал усом, и пророчил,
И гибелью грозил мне, как монах.
Судьбу свою к седлу я приторочил;
Я и сейчас, в грядущих временах,
Как мальчик, привстаю на стременах.
Мне моего бессмертия довольно,
Чтоб кровь моя из века в век текла.
За верный угол ровного тепла
Я жизнью заплатил бы своевольно,
Когда б ее летучая игла
Меня, как нить, по свету не вела.


1965

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Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Famous Last Words

Fragments of thirty years: the last words, maybe pieces of poems, insights, and moments of thought. Random presentation allows the pieces to bend toward one another, forming new constellations across time and emotion.

"Love is like a bell curve. Time is the unknown." 

"Poitín is good for pains. The pain of life."

Years of pseudo philosophical reflections and creative moments somewhat quaintly known as Famous Last Words. These are my own observations presented in English, French and Spanish. Not every category is complete (a work in process) so please bear with me as I complete the tech and editorial aspects.

Each piece is stochastically presented to create unexpected connections across time, language, thought and the emotion of the moment.

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https://desdonnelly.com/


Saturday, December 13, 2025

An experiment in Speculative Theatre: An Absurdist Play on AI Recursive Logic.

The AI Intern Who Hired the AI Extern

Genre: Absurdist Play in Four Unverified Loops


https://www.talkingtoclaude.com/p/the-ai-intern-who-hired-the-ai-extern


Surrealist digital art depicting an AI agent staring into an infinite mirror loop. Cover art for 'The AI Intern Who Hired the AI Extern', an absurdist play by Des Donnelly.
Visualizing the Loop: Speculative art for Act 1.
FYI -a DD original image..

Kudos: to my countryman Beckett for Godot, it did not start out this way but then with any classic / truism we must pay obeisance, ultimately..