I sat down to write this article as if I were writing a utopia. A sort of Thomas More, limited by study hours and the inability to fit all worthwhile and necessary texts into them. Therefore, I strive to indicate, first of all, the general direction in which, it seems to me, it is worth looking when studying modern literature. And only then I will talk about specific styles and authors, which may well replace each other in the program at the will of the teacher.

Original article Human reality rises to value, but cannot be value. And it simply cannot exist in any other reality other than human reality. Therefore, in reality there is no value. But being that to which human reality refers itself, value certainly exists as the meaning of reality. “Thus, the existence of value as value means the existence of that which does not exist” (Sartre). But if so, then the imitation of value becomes possible - the appearance of another being as if it were a value.

photo - Yuri Akbalkan. The roots of free and experimental improvisation go back to the mid-60s. Including a variety of experiences combining electronic and acoustic sounds, experimental improvisation does not adhere to certain stylistic and linguistic clichés. This genre freely uses the experience of both academic music and non-academic movements , such as free jazz, various subgenres of electronic music or experimental rock.

...One fool’s name is Sisi, the other is African-American, I still don’t remember what. In general, these two American school-aged fools jump around on the screen, lift their legs, and get offended at each other over trifles. All this against the backdrop of a fabulous, plastic Chicago. And it seems to me that their famous American mouse is hanging over all this, watching and smiling. I, too, have been watching this for a couple of episodes now, in a stuffy room where I can’t open the window.

Three states of matter: the sphere of Caravaggio and Amor Tasso Caravaggio's lampshade is famous depicting three states of matter at the Villa Ludovisi (c. 1597): Pluto with Kerberus symbolizes the solid state, Poseidon with the sea horse - liquid, Jupiter with the eagle - gaseous. In the center of the composition is a sphere: from the hand of Zeus comes the sign of Pisces, followed by Aries, Taurus and Gemini - so the whole spring and early summer are covered in metamorphoses of matter.

It was hard at night. Today is still normal. 13 years ago the nights were endless swamps in a series of failed days. You enter the night. You look out of the night. You look into the night. The spine of the corridor, the window, the holes eaten by cigarette butts. Mountains of garbage in the kitchen next to the stoves. People piled together carefully dump their waste together. In the next building there are three girls on a 24-hour trip.

“Siberiada” by Andrei Konchalovsky, a film that tells the story of two families living in a distant Siberian village - the Ustyuzhanins and the Solomins, I am reviewing for the umpteenth time in my life. Many images are firmly etched in my memory and live there, overgrown with the darkness of my own non-answers to the eternal, nauseating question: what is he, a man? Konchalovsky the man-writer turned out to be very convincing for me, but at the same time disappointing.