You were taken away as a child From the caviar of demiurges And the elementals sheltered Slavery that is deprived. Uzi tears into shreds Blinds, With the disdain of an experienced surgeon. Take us away In the echo of the moon. Pencil predicted Dots under the eyes Cold sword is your helm, Taught you to disappear. In the branches of the headphones Metering With the face of a monastery naughty, This world is his tear.

Don't drink from the cup of reconciliation, Don't add up in your mind After all, counting people - To the plague. And the nomadic predators blow the shofar, The vultures open their eyes, They freeze anxiously in the headlights Dogs of the night. They will bring it from gnarled branches Dark gray birds When the walls fall, Salvation is only for harlots. Brick on brick will crack, The plow of hope will break, The beating of the sun will stop And water will flow from your hands.

My house is in a thick veil The ship is moored waiting for the commander, His body is covered in wine. Improvise in the heavenly book. He thought about the Sun, the Moon, And everyone else just wanted peace. My house sprouted without a seed, In an inner escape, Without clan and without tribe, Without alpha and omega. Buying a single-shot bottle to kill time, You don't think about spending the night.

Shock Spreads on the desk, Where the truth is lost. Golden rhinoceros beetle - Desert casino's most successful player. Various alloys For different types of revenge, You will forever die of honor In the rays of glory Until the grass covers you. Rituals of resentment Envy is success Commit a spicy sin At the top of the forbidden pyramid - The whole world will hate you.

Almost any text of modern Jewish thought, from Karl Marx’s almost Nietzschean “Theses on Feuerbach” to Walter Benjamin’s messianic “Theses on the Philosophy of History” can be read as midrash.

Interview with Jean Le Bitou, conducted on July 10, 1978, in connection with the relatively recent publication of the first volume of The History of Sexuality. The title of the interview, "Le Gai Savoir", in addition to a reference to Nietzsche's book of the same name, contains a play on the words "gai" (cheerful) and "gay" (gay). For some time the interview was considered lost (including by Le Bitou himself), and therefore was not included in “Dits et écrits”.

The biggest misconception is that we have a lot of time ahead of us. It’s as if we are celestial beings, although we live under the blue sky and are open to it at any time of the day. Or, at worst, the inhabitants of the Caucasian steeps close to him, like bezoar goats, can grow up to a hundred years old without getting old. Nonsense. Today I was offered the role of the Savior. Well, we are no strangers to saving the world by putting our own lives on pause.

A body without shadows is not beautiful Let the butchers blame me: Gatherers of the early days And the vampire, the destroyer of the last day. Reflected in granite Coming out of the carnival Doppelganger guardian, Behind a fence of corals. I'll hug you with my tail, I'll teach you not to bend, Turn into darkness And stop being afraid of yourself.

Sum of spell words Its meaning is equal to Punishment stretches its paws towards you From someone else's dream. I’ll all climb onto the roofs at once, Until the sands swallow them up I'll smile And I'll dissolve In the fog on the river bank. Gouache on asphalt - Expression has acquired new forms, The wild wind broke the stained glass window. Ten years have passed. It didn't pass. The sword is lowered by the clock Throwing off the fools in seconds, Your faithful dogs They'll gnaw your face.

Today is the day of rain The dust of centuries has fallen, She goes into the ground Started the journey into death The ocean will take her copper, Irish steampunk, In the sea of ​​the world. Cigarette window opposite Dims with every turn. We will build houses from your bombs.

Above the buried hills of Pontius Pilate TNT wick. Instead of laminate Promiscuous sexual intercourse. The branches will be covered with snow, The rooms of abandoned buildings will be covered with snow, Will leave traces of escape Wandering religions. Laugh out loud at the paralyzed Good grandmothers. The smile is warmingly familiar In diamond mittens. The breezes of freedom are scattered, The streams of hope are overflowing, Many songs will be lost But not forgotten.

Don't listen to conversations behind your back, Let's put out cigarettes on their tongues. How can a poet who has lost his soul In an eternal struggle with God, Talk about justice? From station to station there is a feeling of disgust Changes to drowsiness, In the forehead there is a heavy horn. You got a cobra on your side, When it hit zero, The sky loved me But the land is not. Swastikas tilt left Nazi sowing, The Creator is afraid of his own wrath Beautiful, like a male ballet.

Clanking metal blues Opens up unknown areas of the brain, Where do the muses live? Different types of cruelty. Poison fades on the blades of hair To sharp gray hairs, If you see bones, turn right If you smell blood, move on. White and red days... The sun applies makeup Looking in the mirror at the back of the throne, Making a short square voyage Aquarium Barons. Chin stained with cranberry jam Palms invite you to take a chance, We waste time in understatement, Which can no longer be returned.

In the river palace In someone else's crown The king is sad in winter. With thoughtless sadness on his face, Pain flickers in the eyes. He did not hear other kings A long time ago And you can only see the surface of the seas Through a closed window. "I am the strongest ruler My hand is strong And what I created alone Will remain for centuries." But the fugitive duke is a black dog Waiting for the hour to take revenge Fate is a cruel wheel Break down the old throne.

Born in Leningrad. Graduated from the Faculty of History of Leningrad University. She left in 1978 and after a year and a half in Europe, in Vienna and Florence, she lives in the USA. She worked as a journalist for Voice of America and Liberty radio, and for the American PEN Club, where she defended writers persecuted by censorship. She worked as a translator for several organizations that helped refugees, and interviewed Holocaust survivors in Steven Spielberg’s project.