A conversation with Perm poet Vladimir Bekmemetyev about literary life in the region, laboratory experiments, a traumatic past and a bright, but, alas, absent future. [Kirchspiel is small, apparently in the registration of stalls idle cars / if the cause of a thought is the very body - scrapper, then the thought is tattered / optics minus the original, perhaps “ever smaller, smaller animals exist and the relationship is as wonderful between them ”?