Ars poetica

I am an experimenter! I write down the prolific and reborn Promethean lines of my thoughts in sentences, or even stanzas of verse, as a sign of witnessing reckonings: man should not merely entertain himself in relaxation, but should reflect on the eternal guidelines and messages of the works of authors!

I am a man! So my responsibility is greater than that of those who, with the rhythmic vascular system of the world, do not vibrate or think at all! Responsibility blessed with Rock-Hope: Humanity of Conscience, that you are responsible because you are an actively creative particle of dust in the world is more important than any preconceived compass aim!

I complain a lot! I look with self-pitying half-hearted conviction at how to come to a peace agreement with a profit-interested century that tramples on human beings as individual individuals? I know well: what would be possible with selfless acceptance and a helpful understanding of the possibilities should be achieved, acted upon and fulfilled with the rock-solid willpower of determination!

There is only one thing on people's minds today that overrides the laws of the heart, the laws of emotion and action: getting rich is all that matters - with as little effort as possible, and perhaps as quickly as possible, and where are the family evenings that convey intimate harmony and happiness and touch idyllic hearts? I will be the most precious food of the industrious, all-destroying graveyard beetles, when my treasured digital or paper letters are sold by money and interest-driven hands hoping for a lucrative profit, or my entire existence is thrown away as a manuscript suffering from the disease of fading as a shabby nothingness.

They fall into the irretrievable ruin of a soon-come forgetfulness! To all who do not hesitate - that witnessing words and letters have a thought-provoking responsible law, they should never be squandered for purchasable titles, - for what we once did in earthly existence, created by creative responsibility, will be read on our heads by witnessing posterity anyway!

That you have consciously become a creator of value and a testifier of account, never forget - surely there will come in neat and tidy lines those who will help you to remember - be the only fragment of value of yourself that is worthy of your fingerprints, and fill your fertile solitude: until you have judged yourself as a pitying prodigal of your own accord, fill it with the inaccessible, mortal, but all the more testifying lines of your works of your own creation!