The Zenly app appeared in 2014, but was not very successful until some time ago. Only recently has there been a sharp increase in its popularity; at first it did not find popularity due to technical shortcomings. After a while, Zenly managed to attract investments ( the French company Idinvest invested more than 10 million euros in Zenly ), but then, as often happens, the smell of a promising startup attracted big game , and Zenly was absorbed by the giant Snap .

Martin Heidegger and Lev Semyonovich Vygotsky Preface How is a system of categories of dialectical materialism possible? A number of articles are devoted to solving this problem, namely: “ Jumping Over the Threshold ” is a letter to a comrade, dedicated to the demarcation of humanistic and materialistic worldviews, which is a condition for the existence of the latter.

Around the world on foot You endlessly go to work, You are nothing But still someone. Urine flows from philosophical enemas Into the third path sewer. Cyber ​​sex communism Those who do not want cannot be saved. The corrupt order of shibari, With your crooked standards, Breaking up in an otherworldly bar Where it smells like open cards. Peoples superfecundation Altar - pharmacy, Litmus of provocation, Duality merges into man.

Full to the brim with water Nora, With every new wave I'm bleaching Above the village there is a panda mountain Thinks that home is a game She is not smart, but she is wise. I'm aiming at another barrel, Fear sets in, I shoot back from the trenches. Stuck a needle into my cheekbone A tower with windows instead of walls, You strive for warmth Leaning towards evil A painting nailed to the floor. Actress looking for scenes Finding my hearing again You put absinthe in your eyes.

more clouds than the hair on my thighs I see everything at once a gust of wind is coming towards me and I dive down into gray whirlwinds they're all hotter I'm becoming one of them feel how they grow and lift me up I don't resist and they carry me I look up to the bottom many things will never be discovered by people poetry surrealism

From the collection Lettres de l'EFP No. 24 (p. 242-247) The talk was given at the November 1975 Journees des Cartels, referencing the April discussion on the plus-one cartel organized by Pierre Martin. Discussion also attended by Colette Soler, Jacques Lacan, Maurice Alphandary, Pierre Kahn, Michel Fenneteau, Sol Rabinowitz, Juan-David Nazio, Jean-Jacques Moskowitz and others, published in Lettres de l'EFP No. 18.

Some talk about the spiritual degradation of humanity, about the impossibility of revolution today, in general, they are hysterical. But I propose to see the real content behind the appearance. It is located within the cultural spirit of a society. What does this picture look like? At first glance, its content is chaotic and barely has any intention. This is a typical post-modern underground song cover.

Hello, can you smell the power in this text? And do I need to tell you that it is Foucauldian? I raise my foot to You. I place the Diamond X card next to my ankles. Then I subject the shallow folds of Your face to the act of massaging with my feet. Think about it for a second. Mine is very convex and long. Every time I cut the air with my nose like a dagger. Or like a table knife? Oh? Gotcha? Turn over Boobie. A brown hair falls out of my eyebrow straight into the area of ​​your solar plexus.

In September 2021, the creative writing laboratory "MEZHA" organized the poetry festival "Decolonial Writing: Theory and Practice" ; It included a discussion “Does decolonial art exist?”, which brought together artists with experience of colonialism and working with the decolonial agenda.

Submissive will, power of cripples, Secret fornication, secret feast. All the signs that man knows These are the feathers of angels who left the world. On elastic rubber skin Moves the finger-bow Slows down rotation on a well-fed face The dome of the church is a top. The clouds today look like the sky is on fire, A star flashed through the smoke. The refraction of bread in the prism of the spear, Doves in the thorns of a nest.

There are animals roaming the elevator shafts, It wanders along the ceilings and walls. Their acquired instinct failed them - They don't understand what the fuck is going on. In the stuffy entrance, In the dullness of evil laughter, Either I saw your indifferent silhouette, Either I went with my head. Sermon on the God of Fear From the prophet of his bottom, With the wisdom of an elephant turtle And the mutilation of a tortoiseshell elephant.

Sasha Kanzer in three languages ​​at once from the bell tower I got a bug brings a secret I worked all day for you on the 6th, I hide the six-legged one in sweet dough for you the infection makes your skin lighter than gingerbread sugar white mold of infection lies like powder on your cheeks your hands are like flour, but you slept all day by the stove and didn’t work in the bell tower lies an old miller, he hides secrets in water wheels he has only thirteen keys in his ring and there are

Equation with one known In the notebook of the apartment, Body odor Explodes with fat Path of torment These houses are strange Clearly created by an evil genius Contrary to all Eastern teachings There will still be winter this spring (plague). On two dimensions without coordinates Anxiety rushes here and there, Romance is rented.