We Were Five Quails, Before how they ate us, and now we are One... My soul is the ship of the day, The skipper's gait and the color of Alcava, Here despair needs to be removed, In Sin there is a schooner, creaking without Ava... Tobacco Ring and memory-thief, It stinks and the body flickers in the frame, The eyes hovered trying to lie, And Midnight the chandelier explodes boldly.

"O Gedulael, O Geburael, O Tiferethel, O Binael, pour out strength on me, Merab, and DIVINE LOVE!… ...Kadosh! Kadosh! Kadosh! SHADDAI! ADONAY! JOT-CHAVAH! AHIH ASHER, AHIH! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" From the Great Prayer of Solomon (Praise be to him, and to the mercy I trust in the Lord.) The war is over... It didn’t even begin... That's what happened... She neither conceived nor began... It is not essential and did not coexist... The war has begun...

A conversation between psychoanalyst, philosopher Alexander Smulyansky and philosopher, co-founder of the TZVETNIK project Natalia Serkova about the inconsistency of direct action, delay of gratification and expression in art. Heidi Marin Lopez. “Aesthetics Distinction I, Bedroom” (detail), 2019.

Thrown into a corner with words I'll huddle there until the end In my elastic mediocrity Every chapter unstarted laughs with a blank sheet of paper this night I appeared to the world childless daughter

“You’re not Carol!” I shouted. “You’re a quitter.” death call disguised as Carol. I knew it!" Carlos Castaneda TO… THE FOG IS SMASHED WITH YELLOW WOOL WINDOWS FULL OF OBSERVATIONS: -What stupidity in Brunswick Square Silence to feast on a piece, Drink milk from Diana's breast, Rip off the Bacchae Posters com... Oh loneliness, suddenness of pain, In the Immeasurable Hand of Scalps there is a luster, John Perse injected me with a pound of salt, And... the shine of endless sorrow.

The process of forming a state is a long and difficult process. The state as the central institution of the political system arose about three thousand years ago. "Older" - family and religion. Another famous Italian figure of the Renaissance, N. Machiavelli, was inclined to believe that the state order did not have any divine predestination. The nature of the state is completely man-made. People create it because of the threat of self-destruction.

(CYCLE: “REPORT FROM SHABONO”) I SPOKE TO THE UNIVERSE YOUR LIPS AND WITH LIP Airships filled with Love took off, The tolerance of the ardor of words has been released, Bodies were scraped out from rusty pipes, RAGS REPETITION HAPPENED: - AGAIN! AND WE SMELLED OF TENDERNESS, and smelled of vulgarity, DISCONNECTION Past WENT FOR DESSERT, Inflamed us with Loyalty... ...And the idea of ​​walking was torn, And the Intention to HEAR went silent... I got up from myself, And NEAR, but not Away...

Mikhail Strakhov, psychoanalyst, member of the World Psychoanalytic Association Alexey Zaichikov: Mikhail, please tell us how Lacanian psychoanalysis appeared in Moscow, how it all began? Mikhail Strakhov: I would like to note right away, and this is important, that it is pretentious to talk about the history of psychoanalysis, moreover, it seems to me that it is impossible.

The natural law of humanity... -Don't follow him, man. for it is intended to move a person away from the main goal: -Become Perfect and Sevenfold! Fifth circle, fifth corner, fifth beginning and wanders the person is in a-normality, and partly sane, and there is nothing like the highest likeness... You arrived a little later, didn’t put on your matrix makeup and didn’t intend to...

The attitude towards morality in conventionally advanced Russian discourse can be described by what I call a “second-order stereotype.” Subjection to a first-order stereotype, that is, an ordinary stereotype, consists in broadcasting certain moral dogmas that are with a high degree of probability A) associated with a particular religion, B) ungodly morally outdated, forgive the pun and tautology. Subjection to a second-order stereotype is a more subtle thing.

"Do what you want, let it be the law." Aleister Crowley DESTRUCTION OF MENTAL IMAGES - THE ONLY POSSIBLE DESTRUCTION (!) ...Lust is not dandruff, although both slide off the head and irrigate passions sometimes it’s safer than putting them in “other”, because there is no vaults where passion agrees to become a deposit... Eyes, wombs, ears and rumors, guts, arms and legs, and yes the brain too from the world and there is no place for them in other worlds...

Rech#port publishes a selection of poems and photographs by Ksenia Telyatnikova. Ksenia Telyatnikova was born in 1998 in Omsk. Lives in Tomsk. Published in the "half tone" community and the magazine "Air". She participated in the recently held festival “48 Hours of Novosibirsk” in the project “New Materiality” (curator: German Preobrazhensky). Here and below are photos of Ksenia Telyatnikova.

On September 23, the Goethe-Institut festival “Jazz in Autumn” starts at the DOM Cultural Center. It will be opened by a performance by the improvisational trio Oliwood . On the eve of the concert, Evgeny Galochkin found out from the band's drummer Oliver Steidle why Zorn bassist Trevor Dunn joined the lineup, whether it is possible to distinguish the signature “German sound” in experimental music, and how the opinion of one ambitious promoter can affect the viability of the modern scene.

Hello everyone, I decided to publish my translation of Gilles Deleuze’s famous letter. You may ask: why, if there is already (at least) one in Russian? Here, in “Negotiations”, published in 2004 by the Nauka publishing house, translator V.Yu. Bystrov. I will answer directly: the quality of the translation leaves much to be desired, many of the intonations of Deleuze’s speech are lost.

"...Empty light without a star, Hiding Yours endless catastrophe." Jose Gorostiza FOG, above me, GLOWING, like vulgarity, The Spirit is soiled by the two-faced Bard, TIDIKAL Cold of the False Tight-Green Mambu's maid of honor and YARDS rumor... Drops like Herons -Wings like Faces... Chamberlain jacket Rain MYAL and MYAL, Dropped Wet LOVE HEART, Truth is like tenderness I’m almost waiting... I’m NEARLY waiting...