We are publishing an article by a Russian philologist, author of the original concepts of “Easternness of Russian literature” and “spectrum of adequacy”, Professor Ivan Andreevich Esaulov Published by The Philosopher and His Time: To the 125th anniversary of the birth of A.F. Loseva. XVI Losev Readings. M.: MAKS Press, 2019. pp. 737-740. As part of this work, I would like to present one hypothesis. Or, more precisely, to propose one terminological assumption.

In early November, the Ripol-Classic publishing house, as part of the “Figures of Philosophy” series, will publish a book by the theorist of object-oriented ontology Graham Harman, translated by Alexander Pisarev and dedicated to speculative realism - not as a single position, but as a controversial whole. In it, he reveals the main positions, points of divergence and purpose of the four branches of one of the most important movements in modern philosophy.

you are a forgotten childhood trauma that escaped with the groan of a prepared piano you are a sore string an instrument unknown to me you are a tile broken by protesters central city avenue you are pus leaking from a wound on a white sheet from Ikea you are a bright spot in an essay on the life of a plebeian you are a gray rag from the closet which I'm tied to the battery you are the unfinished beer in the evening which I choke on for breakfast you are the stench, you are the warm grave in

In the “musical” series of the “Armchair Scientist” publishing house, Vitaly Ashirov’s book “The Mourning Cyborg. Diamanda Galas beyond ultramodernism" . The work may seem extremely controversial to many due to the author’s personal and sometimes extremely biased approach, but nevertheless it is valuable not only as the first clear reception in Russian: the monograph, among other things, contains a very detailed overview of “Galasology” in general.

The calm season of January had arrived, and it was hard to believe that just recently the windows in the “Garden of Roses” were creaking and a fierce winter wind was blowing through the bamboo fence. The level sky was a clear, blue color, and it was felt that the time of high icy mountains rushing towards it had already passed and warm days would soon come. A light breeze was blowing, and it seemed that it would soon bring larks - a symbol of spring.

Marianne Muller first visited the Metenkov House in 2015, arriving in Yekaterinburg to work on an installation as part of the main project of the 3rd Ural Industrial Biennale of Contemporary Art. Then the artist noticed how the windows and walls in the museum, especially in the hall imitating a retro photography studio, were decorated with draperies and lush curtains with cornices.

dispersing miasma through the air with your hands moving along the hot trajectory of the room skin turned inside out especially between the fingers nails are curved in the opposite direction, partially eaten away traces of sexually transmitted diseases are visible on the walls covered with cold milk I don't want to catch your eye even so familiar and seemingly friendly I want to hide from him wrap yourself in pieces of flesh hanging from the window frame and at the same time keep warm clean old

Mikhail Zaborov CO = ALL בָּרָא אֱלֹהִים, אֵת הַשָּׁמַיִם, וְאֵת הָאָרֶץ IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THE HEAVEN AND THE EARTH This first line of the Bible is the key to all knowledge: first heaven, then earth - space is the beginning of everything, the laws of space are the basis of earthly laws, space systems embody the most general laws of all systems.

I'm ready to turn the gears Grind in a meat grinder Your body As if Voice of a child Clean And pristine Destroy Or Create Inflamed mind Decayed organism Or Warm hugs Naked Intimacy Raw kiss Fiery touches Or in the bone marrow the fear of that That we will leave each other forever I only regret that I didn’t have time Come alive from your gaze Or Die From Frightened love loneliness poetry

it was a branch that broke through the glass in the window during yesterday's hurricane or is it a hole in me cut to the shape of a glass this is a fragment of the same glass driven into the hand up to the elbow or is it a burnt piece of flesh on which soot has settled this is a black trace from this soot what was left on the blank wall or is it gore the one that was in me this is a shadow of me who lingered in hell or is it a completely different “me” taking a step into the void loneliness

I don’t remember how I ended up here, I don’t know how long ago. It was as if I had always belonged to this strange place. Yes, this place seems strange, as if everything was different before and you can compare the surrounding landscape with inaccessible memories. The tower rises above the forest, from it you can survey the endless expanses. But this is nothing more than an illusion. You cannot leave the area, you can go in any direction and return to the starting point every time.

Part 1. Umberto Eco: inertia versus laughter They say that a writer always writes about the same thing. This, of course, is a great exaggeration, but sometimes the work of a particular author is really permeated with common themes and motifs. A good illustration of this is the books of Umberto Eco.