Abkhazia: To Georgian language speakers of Gali and beyond: Sow what we
all know in our hearts. We are, our brothers’ keepers. Fittingly …
… I, Bagrat Shinkuba, of a Ubykh nation am honored to tweet this first entry
of AN ATLAS, POETIC, Abkhazia being, neither state, nor colony.
But it is a ‘wannabe’ nation. That is enough, for the purposes of this tome;
part history, part sociology, part obituary, of your earthly home.
For while everything has purpose, it’s not unusual for one’s purpose to be,
forever to one, a mystery; forever, an unrealized, potentiality.
Go to Art’s, we poets all dreamt. Drink, eat and compose from soirees there,
an epic story from tweets bundled into units of 980, characters.
Eat, drink, be merry and compose we all dreamt, epigrams akin to Emily’s
Ovid’s and Homer’s. Tell, from the epigrams, a telling, story.
So (in between, prayer) we’ve been merry; eating, drinking and more topically
telling a telling story; so dreamt we poets, albeit, incredibly.