Grigor’s Blackout | My Favorite Poems of His

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Today’s topic…

Poems I can go back to (over & over again)

Today I’m sharing some of the best blackout poems of Grigor Atanasov. Grigor & I were both featured on the same project (Manu Propria). It’s a gigantic online book for collaboration of modern day artists such as poets, photographers, painters, living in my homeland.

Somehow he found my FB page later on and we shared our mutual adoration for the liberating talks of  Krishnamurti. I had no particular idea about blackout poetry at the time. I asked him whether he would let me “try it out as well.”

He was kind enough to stand my excitement and I enjoyed seeing this form of poetry through his eyes. In all my humbleness, I say that blackout poetry can be a very fine tool. You might be surprised what comes out.

You are often surprised what comes out.

About Grigor

He is a poet and a photographer, a keen traveler. Actually, traveling might come first on his list and then… all the rest could easily follow. Let me correct myself right now – he’s an explorer, a wanderer. 

Grigor’s poetry breathes air into our urban life, so it’s quite likely to find it in a gallery in Sofia, or gracing an urban wall that simply adores its new function in society!

Here, here, Grigor! What you don’t know yet.. is that I will play with your poetry now by… continuing every single poem with an odd answer, a mindful sentence or … a blissful silence. 

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Very soon,

my friend,

Truth

will be

returned

to us

again.

 

 

 

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You are right. 

They don’t.

 

 

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I smelled

this about you.

 

 

 

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The rain said:

You are endless.

this-world

 

 

 

You were not.

You are not

of

this world. 

 

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“Live today”,

he

whispered.

 

 

 

 

 

More beautiful poems

at

grisho.net/blackoutpoetry

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instagram.com/grigor/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colors

– Colors will enter because
you recognized the beauty of the blank canvas.

– But I wish to remain a blank canvas.
I don’t really need much of anything else anymore.

I have you – we are together,
in different spaces and times,
we are always together, my beloved.

I don’t need colors, let me be pure,
I am a white space.

I am beyond the colors,
I’ve lived in the Light
and swam through the darkness.
I am
beyond all poles of understanding.

Remember me this way.
Colored, on the outside.
Remember me this way
if you still haven’t seen
my colors on the inside.

But if you have,
then we can be friends.
Not friends for a couple of years.

Friends for Eternity,
friends even when I exit this place
and you remember my heart.

So, now…
You have this.

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The first time I conquered
the deepest, darkest fears
and put them in the colors.

Remember me,
beyond form and matter,
I am a feeling.

A whim
of distant times,
of ancient times
when life was flowing,
when life was not a mascarade.

Love was pure to the core.
We were fire from the core.
We were liquid,
beauty had no form.
I remember.

I remember so well.

A thousand lives ago.
Until we became everything –
friends, lovers, warriors,
beautiful and broken…
after every single round.

We were mistreated, abandoned,
loved and forgotten.
In the darkest night,
nobody of our friends was around.

We flew through galaxies,
planets and stars,
our Love knew no limits.

Do you know how sad it is for me
to see you now?

The one who gave everything,
fell from all his grace, all his glory.

The one I loved became dark.

I hope, my friend
you start to repair yourself
and remember yourself.

I have never been your enemy
even when we were enemies.

I have always been and forever will be free.

One day,
when you decide to dismantle your prison,
you will know it too.
All colors will gather,
your Essence will begin to emerge.

Sleep tight, for now.
One day I will come back to ask again.

Are ready now, my eternal, beloved friend…

Svetlina Trifonova

Photography by Kristina Likova

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The Greatest Loss

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At Dawn

What I now know
is less than I could have known, but greater than me.
While it rests in the I, it flows out of my eye.
I can’t keep it.
It is never mine, never yours.
We are floating in and out of our beings
and you are forever glorious and imperfect, my love.
What I now know is a liquid step in the desert –
it will perish through the transient days.
Out of ignorance, we committed
more crimes than we would, if we knew:
Debt is paid only by death.
Dead love is, as it seems, the greatest loss of a man.

Belief

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Belief

Inside this hologram the world is,
where everything is real to your perception

you are afraid to be your own self,
you are blocked from any other option, any realization, any truth
because its Spectrum is much too vast to comprehend.

This is your tragic belief.
That the only gift you gave is the one remembered,
is the one remembered,
the one chronicled deeply into the one-sided tale history is.

That the only value is the one recognized, awarded and named heroic,
all-consumed under the expansion of the praise and glory.

…While everything around us is daring us to look
beyond the stream of mottoes, sayings, quotes
beyond the covers of materials, shapes, and forms.

31st of August, 2015

Svetlina Trifonova

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