Tag: Zen

Taras Pysar

Tchaikovsky, Hitler and the blue-yellow rider

“You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?”

I saddle my metal Chinese horse and set off. Yes, the harsh truth is that my motorcycle is Chinese. Former Ukrainian emeritus law teachers simply can’t afford a Japanese advanced motorcycle. However, just like in prison, you can be free, just as you can be happy traveling on a Chinese motorcycle.

Leaving the glorious city of Uman I go to the next city on my route – Vinnytsia, finally to the West (oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet). 

I’ll Follow The Sun

The world of pensioners. Weather. Love and blood.

“In the midway of this our mortal life,

I found me in a gloomy wood, astray

Gone from the path direct..”

“When I travel I have nothing to care for but myself, and the laying out;

my money; which is disposed of by one single precept; too many things are required to the raking it together; in that I understand nothing…”

The world of pensioners

In the end of this mortal life the world of retirees is not so terrible as it might seem at first glance. You can consider this world as the threshold of hell, of course, but this is not entirely true. 

Gender. Women.

Mykyta Pysar

“But it is very dangerous to look deeper into the hearts of women.” 

– “Dead Souls”, a novel by Mykola Gogol.

“Yes! I got married. But I didn’t die.” – from a conversation between two men in a Kyiv bar.

“Tu mettrais l’univers entier dans ta ruelle,

Femme impure! L’ennui rend ton âme cruelle.” – Charles Baudelaire

Gender! Gender! Gender! The wave of gender, like a tsunami as high as Mont Blanc, rolls around the globe. 

I can still see from here a clear calm morning on the beach in Pandemonium, where all these Charlie Weinstein’ brothers are taking sea baths. Silence and serenity are present here.