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Entries in November 2009

missing new york

Posted by UkraineJane, 10.11.2009, 10:59

life without new york is not working at all. who would have thought.


Entries in August 2009

MBA machine

Posted by UkraineJane, 26.08.2009, 5:59

yesterday i sat across the table from a lovely Harvard graduate, a former social sciences student. Looks like the MBA madness is sinking in deep - i was firing at her with loads of MBA jargon and problem-solution talk, some sort of babble a la give-me-a-white-board-and-i-will-show-you-the-money. she was interested in some of the "ideas" (actually textbook stuff), but, I bet, secretly thought "yea yea, i'd better stick to my nonprofit ways." who knows. the point is, this MBA poison is sinking in. me glad rolleyes.gif


barren

Posted by UkraineJane, 10.08.2009, 18:57

it is a barren year. there is very little time to ponder and roam around. impressions are scarce, words are few.



Entries in June 2009

eleanor rigby

Posted by UkraineJane, 10.06.2009, 9:59

i remember long time ago a young successful banker in a drunk stupor blurred out "what is all this for?" i ask myself the same every day.

successful people who cheat on their wives and hug them at societal functions, they are masters of pretence. i am getting there. in the heaps of unhappy people, i am just a small speck. social acceptance disgusts me. leave me alone.


Entries in May 2009

women

Posted by UkraineJane, 29.05.2009, 20:07

school is very hard, and i am lazy.

instead of statistics, i have been thinking all day about mad women - they are so full of wonder. i wanted to write things down, but by the time i got to writing, all of the images were gone.



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essential



The Wait
(Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by A. Poulin)

It is life in slow motion,
it's the heart in reverse,
it's a hope-and-a-half:
too much and too little at once.
It's a train that suddenly stops
with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket, and,
leaning out the carriage door,
we vainly contemplate a wind we feel
that stirs the blooming meadows,
the meadows made imaginary by this stop.

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With Ruins
Li-Young Lee
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Intermezzo
Михайло Коцюбинський
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Вона ще не виросла
Сергій Жадан

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