Конструктор of My Love: A Love Letter to My Wife

By Konrad Bennett Hughes

"Конструктор of My Love" is a book of Surrealist poetry by Konrad Bennett Hughes for the love of his life, Polina Chelpanova. A love letter of sorts. His heart pours forth in these pages communicating to you the times we live in and the struggles we face via the lens of an American and a Russian finding love and a home together in Europe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: KVG
• Release date: Jun 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869133465

Konrad Bennett Hughes

I might be a timetraveling space pirate or a seeker of magical wonders.

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Конструктор of My Love

Конструктор of My Love

Конструктор of My Love

A Love Letter to My Wife

Konrad Bennett Hughes

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Contents

Dedication

Part 1

Antiquity's Star Shining

1 Art and Archaeology

2 Father Time & Mother Earth

3 Did I give this to you?

4 I Wait.

5 With Me

6 Time Passes

7 Can I write a love song?

8 Georgian Hope

9 Byzantium

10 My Heart

11 1+1=2

12 Summer Wander

13 Together

14 To Propose or not to Porpoise

15 Ash in Winter

16 Athena – Polina

17 9-3-21 (OR 3-9-21 since I’m in Sweden)

18 Find a Friend

19 Skol –

20 Across the Sea

21 A Mother’s Embrace

22 March to Bed

23 Russian Stout

24 Conference Passions

25 Undefinable Desire

26 Fortunes for Us

Part 2

Nostos

27 Modern Days Gone By

28 Bean Hooks

29 Nostos Snap

30 Ohio Nostos

31 Our Nostos

32 The Sound and the Stank

33 33

34 Screw Tooth

35 Empty

36 Does

37 Home’s Movement

38 Management

39 Around the Sun

40 Corroded Circuits

41 Random Heart

42 Booths

43 Germanii

44 Hope

45 Lighthouse

46 Careful Hand

47 Leaving Again

48 Kaptain’s Rhyme

49 Desert Idylls

50 Night

Words cannot express how I feel about you, Polina.

But this is the best I can do,

As you wish.

Part 1

Antiquity's Star Shining

1

Art and Archaeology

Two figures wandered the ruins,

Hand in hand at first,

Until novelty and nations drew them

In different directions.

They had seen so much,

Ancient and modern,

Antique and valued,

Decrepit and decayed,

From ghettoes to gulags,

From circuses to centrifuges,

From fibulae to figurines,

Both medieval and byzantine.

The terrace, tools, and trinkets

Of corporate and feudal,

Of democratic and imperial,

Of capitalistic and socialist

Ideals: all wrapped up tightly as one.

Are these ideas Antiques or Artifacts?

He emphasized the words, lost in thought.

Neither knew,

Neither knew what to do.

To the South they’d scoured the ruins

For forgotten treasures and lost manuscripts.

The lofty colonnades and idealistic statuaries

Held up by canopies of encompassing ivy.

The earth had begun to take back her temple,

As they watched on, silent.

When he looked into the glassy pool

At