Mishka Zakharin

 

The Official Mishka Zakharin Website

 

 Last Updated:  20 February 2008  

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Has anyone ever told you that talking to you is kind of like pulling teeth?”

“You mean… because of all the blood…?”

 

 

 

Published Works of Mishka Zakharin

Blah, blah, blah… and ‘what have you’…

links to other websites

 

 

Mishka’s MySpace

Mishka at AuthorNation

http://zmishka.blogspot.com/

http://allpoetry.com/MishkaZakharin

 

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 Published Works of Mishka Zakharin… 

 

A Silk Purse From a Sow’s Ear   (poetry ) out of print

Mishka’s Comedia   (poetry) out of print

Big, Naughty Monkey   (poetry)

Of Gilded Hearts and Girded Loins   (fiction)

Possessed By the Daemon Mishka   (journalish ramblings)

The Mad God   (poetry)             

Mishka Shakespeare:  The Complete Works  (fiction/drama)

Mishka’s Decameron   (poetry)

The Mishkan Book of the Dead  (fiction)

And Then She Put Her Clothes On and Left…  (poetry)

Banana You!    - Daemon Mishka, Volume II  (journalish ramblings)

Mishka, Mishka  (poetry)

Year of the Golden Monkey  - Daemon Mishka, Volume III  (journalish ramblings/poetry/fiction)

Mishka’s Comedia (2nd Edition)  (poetry) 

Bastard Imagery in Shakespeare  (poetry, short fiction, journalish ramblings)

Kromeshnik  (poetry)

Big, Mad, Naughty Monkey God  (poetry)  – ?????? 

Mishka’s Florilegium  (poetry)

Spectre of Life – Daemon Mishka, Volume IV  (journalish ramblings, poetry) 

Sex & Death:  Passion’s Welts  (poetry)  NEW!

That Was a Good Two Glopsworth – Daemon Mishka, Volume V  ~COMING SOON~

  

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        My Most Splendid Absolute

 

She skates glancingly

o’er the scape of my being—

singing circles around,

up and down,

ere settling over,

nestling in…

 

She is unknown—

then so suddenly known,

a consummate flash,

an ethereal embrace

coalescing…

 

She is a stranger,

and a friend…

far away,

though I hold her within…

from out the vaguery

of yesterday’s void,

she has so quickly become

today’s most splendid absolute……

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The Times, They Are a’Changin’…”

 

—but what if the times aren’t really changing? 

What if everything is always completely static,

forever exactly the same as it has always been—

but our individual (or collective?!) consciences

are soaring through a series

of just ever so slightly different realities,

so that it seems as if things are changing?…

Then shouldn’t I be able to retrace my steps—

to go back and find a better path?...

—or perhaps such would cause a massive disjunction

in the centrifugal, temporal alignment of the cosmos…

then we’d all be fucked…

best, perhaps, to let go… to move on…

blah, blah, blah—ever on and along

the random reticular of the fourth dimension……

     

 

She is the dream

with whom I would walk

in the waking world

I slumber blissfully

in her ambient

of such utter grace and beauty—

of the underlying zeal

conveyed in a fiery glance

we stroll joyously,

hip to hip and arms around—

her lips find mine

—and again, and again!

—but then we trip,

catching one another at the last

(—though we have already fallen!—)

in the buoyancy of lofting hearts

she laughs—

muffled in yet another kiss,

and then—

bloody (freaking!) cathedral bells!

chaos and damnation!

—the alarm!

and I’m awake

and she is again

just a dream……

 

Bloody hell rot.

 

 

So where am I?!

(But who are you!?)

Afloat where I would soar,

drifting when I would surge…

(better, methinks, than

to just stagnate in sinkage…)

—just rambling along,

singing the same ol’-same ol’ Blues…

months yet to go

of this wintery woe—

yet my mind springs ahead

to…… well, Spring, I guess…

(if you want to get technical about it…)

—to a warming of weather,

of heart, body, and soul—

and I won’t look back

upon the heinousness

of cold, bleak, snowy January…

I’ll just throw out

all that old Christmas candy

(everyone was so wonderful to bestow),

because I rather prefer meat—

bloody steaks, juicy chickens,

or pleasant porkchops—

ah, Potemkin (you bastard!), old friend…

you are gone, but not forgotten…

(you’ve a bit of gristle there in your teeth

and (I think) some pantyhose)

butanyhoo…

 

“If January Kalends be summerly gay,

‘Twill be wintry weather till the Kalends of May!~”

…well, then what if it’s sunny

but just colder than a witch’s tit?!……

St. Genevieve save us all…

and yet will I decree:  Happy New Year!! 

And so shall it be!...

<—or so the weak and gullible will be led to believe…!>

May the gods not be so angry—

amen.

 

 

 

 

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….

 

 

 

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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

James Goi, Jr. – Author, Speaker, Mind Power Coach

Kinematics of Inertial Navigation Systems – Mikhail Ivanovich Zakharin  (no relation…)

A Place With No Name – Shannon Lynette

 

Other:

http://www.geocities.com/ldahlke/  - 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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V l a d i m i r   M a y a k o v s k y

 

P a b l o   N e r u d a

 

J a c k   K e r o u a c

 

S t e v e   M a r t I n

 

S t e p h e n  C r a n e

 

A n n  S e x t o n

 

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