Guy Debor. Society of the performance. Per. with fr. S. Oofestas and M. Yakubovich. Ed. B. Skuratov. Postwell. A. Kafal. - M.: Logos, 2000. - 184 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8163-0008-3.The work of Gi Deborah "Society of the performance" was first published in Paris in November 1967. According to the degree of programming in the intellectual circles of the West, the book can be compared with the "mythology" of Roland Bart or the "system of things" Baudrillard, or the "one -dimensional person" of Marcuse. The main package is that in the current method of production, the life of society is a pile of performances (autonomous movement of images separated from the aspects of this life). Reality, therefore, turns out to be a special pseudomer, accessible exclusively for contemplation.
Quote: Production time, commodity time is an endless accumulation of equivalent intervals. This is an abstraction of irreversible time, all segments of which should be noted on the chronometer only their quantitative equality. This time in all its actual reality is what is characterized by exchange.
The editor of the “Circle of Reading” RJ, too,, like Kibirov in due time, lived on Ostrovityanov Street and understands to what extent this Moscow district is disgusting: no -impregnable, disgusting, unostilly. Now Kibirov with the street. Ostrovityanova moved to Rome, but in the collection of the same name there are all signs of an uncomfortable street. The poet is difficult and disgusting here. The poet does not want to be a poet.
Quote: at a midnight hour, catching a taxi,/ I went to Tverskaya./ There I met a prostitute/ not very young./ A huge neckline on my chest./ Malyusky skirt./ And I said: "Look!/ Be smart, Dove!"
D.A. Provigov. Collection of poems. Tom Third. #402 - 659 (1977). - Vienna: Wiener Slawistischer Almanach Sonderband 48, 1999. - 344 p.; The circulation is not indicated; ISBN is not specified.In the third volume of the “Collections of Poems” by D.A. Prigov, published by the Viennese magazine Wiener Slawistischer Almanach, the works composed in 1977 are included. Each poetic cycle is accompanied by a lengthy copyright warning. As for the poems actually, it is as difficult to judge them as not to be identified as Prigovsky. In other words: collage, zoning, abundance, lyrical -metaphysical, and God knows which - but with a clear reference to a single comprehensive context and a single comprehensive manner.
The design is ordinary, serial - type printed on a typewriter.
Quote: Here is the Moor of the Game of Shakespeare's Passion./ Eras of the years of Elizabeth/ Forgive the unfortunate vampire!/ Fifteen years give for this/ but what fear to write about it!/ And be an idol of part of the world!
Jacques Rubo. Excellent hydrangea, abduction of hydrangea. Per. with fr. N. Kulish. - M.: Agraf, 2000. - 411s.; circulation of 2000 copies, series Speculum Mundi; ISBN 5-7784-0083-7.Modern French are Tabula Rasa. We will believe the afterword that Jacques Rubo are a faithful successor to the traditions of Cortasar of the Paris period. And we will try to enjoy the style of the RUBO, as they enjoyed the style of Cortasar at one time.
Quote: cats have an unusually quick reaction, and the movement of fragments of the figurine defeated by the ground during the great storm of the equinox took only a second. But we need with great perseverance than in the previous chapter, asking ourselves: for what purpose did Alexander Vladimirovich committed this act, which had a tangible consequences?
Asar Eppel. Champignons of my life. - M.: Vagrius, 2000. - 400 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-264-00153-7.According to the aggregate opinion of critics, the most exquisite stylist among those now writing in Russian.
Quote: But there was some kind of howl. The strangled from somewhere came a howl. And since the pit was near the wall of the shed dwelling, it became clear that they were howling there - behind the wall. Sometimes howled in the other voice, and then howled the third, as if cat. The person felt uneasy, and the main voice behind the drain wall - albeit male, but thin and therefore miserable - howled in the middle of the night and howled. Oh how he howl┘
Dmitry Lipskurov. The last dream of reason. M.: Vagrius, 2000. - 400 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-264-00179-0.In the aggregate opinion of the same, the most deprived of literary prizes of all those who are now.
Quote : Mykin was scolded. He needed to relieve the tension that accumulated in the last days, and he, tilting his head, as if with horns forward, moved to the stall, in which the seller’s fat carcass was sitting. Mitrokhin experienced the same need, and therefore joined his friend, and they reached the shoulder to the shoulder to the outlet and put their greedy hands in the window, trying to get the sebaceous face of Torgash.