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To rehabilitate in looser a victor.» —
«But that is rather to celebrity —
Not to the all-repose – of War!» – «Time’s gone?» —
«Ukrain you’ve mentioned, the modernity
Of «public claw» by that?» – «What we don’t want.» —
And, as I stayed quite dumb; – he: – «Not we want
To think the War; we bury it. Our war
Is over, there’s no other war.» – «At all?» —
«For you to get: the War is not discrete; —
Its being is of the matters different?
Me-think, its constitution is permanent.
And what we bury here had its proud end.» —
Well, «Yes» I said. – «So, what we’ve meant,
That must be like, what foe thinks as friend,
Cause, not a foe any more, refused
He’ve been to bear the woe.» – «And what is it?» —
«Compare to th’ ended, «twill have no end.» – «Weird…» —
«Yes, «tmust be like what… CAn be repeated,
Each time with freer memory replayed.» —
«GOOD memory?…» – «Thought smiles, well-comprehend!
New memory of The War-Burial event.» —
«If that… mysterious festivity
Like Carny greatly-mad supposed to be,
Then only thought «bout it is of the…
Mystery,…the secret there,…very thing
Within the Theme, – you understand?“ – „Indeed
That must inherit the Competity
As part of freeing Act, and all the Art,
All sort of, suiting to fair Ritual…» —
«Undoubtedly. And, so, the question still:
What is that main… intrigue, the Carny’s riddle,
Point of the Mystery? As you can see,
Just «on the usual wing», like that in Spain[58 - The foolish characters of moors, – time ago, the bloodiest foes, – are the part of Spanish carnival of Today.],
With’t secret motive, it will be quite vain, —
I mean, vain for the Whole-War’s burial theme.» —
«If you can tell me just one thing», – he said, —
Though it was shining our words between:
Please, can we ever tell, on thousand percent,
On newer way of thought, who is «the friend»
And who’s foe-nO-more… of the End», you know?» —
«No. We can’t tell this… from the start, at least.» —
«Oh, thinker’s bliss! The question th’answer is.
That’s first of secrets – who for whom there is.» —
His face expressed quite a unique grimace.
And like that would‘ve been the Light bless us
To play a conversation more like fun,
The irony in words has come, and things.
«Your Fonomore!» – I laughed, – child of the dreams,
Exclusively created son by clever word
Of lingua-hooligan, done just like this!
Out of your ghostly head!“ – „Feast jealous?
Zealous dead?“ – „Fantastic personage’s that!
To imagine, he’s out of the dark;
Miraculous cloak all covers him; —
Surrounded by others, harlequins
And fools, and many a beings unseen,
He moves like psychedelic king, and hymns…» —
«The harmless See of Sin… But listen; see…» —
Ghost looked at me, – «those funny fools you mean; —
What are «the fools»? Are they as same, as him?
Or they appeared all from gnostic womb
Of the Unfathomable Lot’s magazine,
With very news of that the War we think
Existed on this Earth yet have ne’er been?
What a Jew Shestov[59 - Russian philosopher Leo Shestov. (1866 – 1938) In his works, especially in his book «Athens and Jerusalem», once again in the history of philosophical thought, nihilistically, he tried to argue for that very unpopular idea, which tells us that «Socratus was never poisoned» – the thought unbearable for the most of philosophers of Logos.] could «ve dream’ngly seen,
Or like that Mister Happy History —
«No-Holocaust-no-Auschwitz» Doc[60 - The image «Doc», me-used in these lines, do not characterize especially the one only person; however, from the big group of so-called «Holocaust deniers», the names of D. Hoggan, A.J.Mayer and other writers, especially those who address their thoughts to authority of professorships in the world of fundamental sciences, are darken-starred, still we think, simply as the names of anti-deductivists in the history.] – brings
Loud as the facts against the hissed story
Of the «gas times» limitlessly horrid,
As if true Nazis’ records was a joke:
No hair, no bones no kameras, no films;
There was no Human shock, but just a dream!
That schism changed Peace of Clock – a childish dream,
No more than just a little spoilt seemed…“ – „The flock
Of thoughts….“ – I’ve took a lead, – „No, we can’t do
So that the things, we look at, will be like…
Oh, no. We do we bury th’ended War;
If that’s a pseudo type, the End we’ve thought
Should be… alas!…’twill be like… the War start!
The fools are.., though But-the-But gigged their times…» —
…«Just look: to be «no more the foes», – ghost smiled; —
«They’re not „the friends“ yet, is’t all right? And so…» —
«The some could really be the „Endsome foe“.» —
«Or called as «th’endful» as one full of End;
The End-fool foe – great! a name suites one at all!» —
«What if that’s Mr War Crime out of manhole?» —
I felt, I can’t provoke not. – «Kindly joke.» —
He answered. – «Well, it can be so; fear’s choked.
Let him be dressed all, let him swing and walk,
And let the mystery works: – where’s his friend?
Has he a friend? Though, there must be «the friends»,
But does he know them? Or do they know him?
In fact, that’s, mostly, up to role of fools
To be a sort of messengers within
The Project. And, even though I would see
In light of my own logic that example
Of the last be better idol not alive,
But anyway, in general, fool’s task, —
To that we find them being of foe type, —
To act that way «the friends» could be found right.