M i s h k a Z a k h a r i n
The Official Mishka
Zakharin Website
Last Updated: 16 January 2010
Bio of a Mishka:
Option 1 – Hardly
True
Option 2 – Mostly
True –
updated Oct 05
Option 3 – Absolutely,
Totally, and Completely True
Option 4 –
Promethian Perspective
“We
still, alas, cannot forestall it—
This
dreadful ailment’s heavy toll;
The
spleen is what the English call it,
We
call it simply Russian soul.”
—Alexander
Pushkin
‘Eugene
Onegin’
[translator:
James E. Falen]
— Published
Works of Mishka Zakharin
— Blah, blah, blah… and ‘what have you’… (sample poetry)
http://allpoetry.com/MishkaZakharin
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Published Works of Mishka Zakharin…
The Spleen
of Fiery Dragons (poetry) NEW!!
No More
Shall Be Said of This – Daemon Mishka,
Volume VI
That Was a Good Two
Glopsworth –
Daemon Mishka, Volume V
Sex &
Death: Passion’s Welts (poetry)
Spectre of Life
– Daemon Mishka, Volume IV (journalish ramblings, poetry)
Mishka’s
Florilegium (poetry)
Big, Mad,
Naughty Monkey God (poetry) – ??????
Kromeshnik (poetry)
Bastard Imagery
in Shakespeare (poetry,
short fiction, journalish ramblings)
Mishka’s Comedia (2nd Edition) (poetry)
Year of the Golden
Monkey - Daemon Mishka, Volume III
(journalish ramblings/poetry/fiction)
Mishka, Mishka (poetry)
Banana You! - Daemon Mishka, Volume II (journalish ramblings)
And Then
She Put Her Clothes On and Left… (poetry)
The Mishkan Book of
the Dead (fiction)
Mishka’s Decameron (poetry)
Mishka
Shakespeare: The Complete Works (fiction/drama)
The Mad God (poetry)
Possessed By the Daemon
Mishka (journalish
ramblings)
Of Gilded Hearts and
Girded Loins (fiction)
Big, Naughty Monkey (poetry)
Mishka’s Comedia (poetry) – out
of print
A Silk Purse From
a Sow’s Ear (poetry
) – out of print
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—Blah, blah, blah… and ‘what-have-you’…
The Perfect Lie (The Fugue of Grushenka, Part 8)
She was here
again…
(—as she has
ever been…!—)
deep down
inside—
and then sitting
across from me,
acting all… all…
unobtrusive…
(—fooling
everybody else,
but never each
other…!—)
as we talk all
around reality…
never quite
stepping straight in it—
always ever
anybody else…
embraced in our
dance of words…
as eyes are
caressing over,
hungry with the
want of touch…
—and laconic
nipplage
protruding into
my awareness…
enshrouded in
our perfect lie…
(—or our
inadequate truth…!?—)
…and so I just
slapped her in the belly,
and got the hell
out of there…
Ode to Musings –
#6
I am both yin
and yang—
though I suppose
more yangly
than yinister—
in all of their
consummate
cosmology;
I am both wave
and particle—
not to mention
a warm, fuzzy
beast of love
in the sack!…
a macrocosm of
nothingness,
a microcosm of
all—
epistemologically
speaking,
I’m just your
average, everyday,
peasant, avatar,
Svengali, bastard beanhead,
spewing forth an
over-cooked
and
under-digested feast of
pseudo-psycho-literary-babble…
If you were to
take away
the prurient
essence of
my underlying
corporeity,
I’d be nothing
but a stray thought—
alea jacta est…
I suppose it’s
really rather like
what Descartes
was always saying:
“I don’t know
anything about anything…
but I know this—
ready or not,
here I come!”
The Ass Poem (a sonnet)
Needs must I
assay, with utmost assertion,
Her assets, all,
were of the finest display—
Yet must I
assert, her fairest ascription
Follows her
about in the most pleasing way.
To assess from
behind—the soul doth ascend!—
Demands an
assiduous aspiration;
An assurgent
assurance that, in the end,
Assents to an
assize of asseveration!
To assort such
an aspect, yet not offend—
For easily may
your assigns go astray—
Let not your
emotions be astir, my friend,
And, with a
subtle assuagement, survey;
So ascetic I
must be—or it’s harassment, you see…
Ah, if only she
could know how much her ass meant to me!
CANTO I: Bohemian Rhapsody
They don’t care…
most of them
don’t even know—
how could they?…
Why should
they?…
But if they did,
they still
wouldn’t—
the bastards!—
and that’s the
whole point,
then, isn’t it!…
Drifting through
a silent fog
of solitary
existence…
floating atop
the fetid quagmire
of a reality
that goes nowhere…
stagnating in
the mucky-muck-muck
of the
fucky-fuck-fucked-up
society of
barbarous being…
ever dragging me
down
to unacceptable
and exciting
new depths of
degradation….
I writhe…
I wallow…
I slither all
about
as if yet
shedding my scales
for flesh and
hair and nails,
dragging myself
along the shore
to the
subterfuge of evolution
in the
tree-tops…
day chases night
into summer
chasing winter—
but a flash of
light,
a shroud of
darkness,
a flush of
warmth,
a shriek of
cold…
the centuries
fade away
into ages and
eons,
and all that
never changes
is the delusion
we have
progressed—
that we have
become more
than the animals
we once were…
—we are yet,
and shall always
be,
the primitives
we started off as…
it is only the
act
of pretending to
be appalled
by our savage
natures
that has become
more elaborate….
We are but
actors,
feigning
sainthood
as we revel in
sin…
enslaved to the
burdens
of corporeity….
Musings – #51
Oh—the
incessancy of it all!…
Bother, anyway…
I know not what…
(and why would I
want to…)
This is like
that one time—
you know?…
do you
remember?—
that time when?…
No, no—
nevermind…
that never
happened….
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Links
to other websites:
Authors:
Schick Happens
– The Genealogy of Michael E. Schick
FNCNE
Foundry Networks Certified Network Engineer
–
Jon Fullmer
Blindogg Books – The Work of Author
Tim Baker
James Goi, Jr. –
Author, Speaker, Mind Power Coach
Kinematics
of Inertial Navigation Systems – Mikhail Ivanovich
Zakharin (no
relation…)
Other:
www.sevencupsdenver.com
- Seven Cups Chinese Teahouse, Denver, CO
www.larrydahlke.com - Actor, musician Larry
Dahlke
http://www.jamesfullmer.com/ - The Art of James H.
Fullmer
http://www.onebrickmusic.com/ - One Brick Music
http://www.linkoncenter.com/ web-search site
http://www.zepti.com/ web-search site
http://www.societydirectory.org/ web-search site
http://www.oy-map.net/ web-search site
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To Contact Mishka: mishkazakharin@yahoo.com
or mishka@zmishka.com
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