The doll, in essence, is one of the most archaic things that man has preserved to this day. This fact is, of course, not due to the urgent need of people for the services of a puppet theater, because in itself it is rather a rudimentary formation and is now poorly rethought, not to mention its attendance and even possible landing. In addition to the archaism of the thing itself, the archaism of the environment that is subordinate to this thing, namely, the theater building itself, is preserved.

Photo: somewhere from girlsies' tumblr The garden was empty. The rain checked - knock-knock - but there really was nothing in the tin. A bird with a mental disorder, nervous and senseless: chip chip chip. Mikhalkov bird with a crest. The White House in the distance merged with the white, woody sky, as if someone had deliberately destroyed the outline, tormenting the Whatman paper with an eraser, leaving pellets and clouds.

Especially for the Voznesensky Center, Ilya Deikun talks about untranslated books (2020 and 2021) that are worth reading, waiting for, translating and publishing. The books listed below were written by winners of completely different awards, local and global, published by different publishing houses, microscopic and huge, for themselves and for the public. All that unites them is diversity: different authors, values ​​and countries.

Painting by Tomas Colbengtson, Sápmi, 2018. In one of my regular seminars on decolonial thought, a doctoral student formulated perhaps the best definition of the topic that I have ever read from her. In her text she unequivocally states: “coloniality is not far behind, it is all around us.” In mobilizing the concept of coloniality, Michel K. follows in the footsteps of Peruvian sociologist Anibal Quijano, who introduced the concept in 1992 as part of decolonial thought.

Waldemar Strempler. Tumblr: strempleart Talking about words with words is a strange thing, and yet - although wait, what’s strange - you’ll excuse me for stopping at this, but this is a special kind of thing, here it’s necessary (what kind of guy is this, I’m tired of it, meandering and meandering between the lines) - here you need all the secrets to come out, that is, to immediately agree, as the proverb says, seven times and once: rrr-time!

snow flakes fly slowly, hover in space the picture slows down and pauses eternity looks out my window, and I look into her eyes and - amazingly - we understand each other everything will always be white carnation flower in a vase on the table hand cream in a tube, rolled into a ball, because there is very little cream left in it, and I keep squeezing and squeezing it - it has a delicious patchouli smell a half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, I simply forgot about it while I was looking at the

find answers to all questions make sure put a bold and significant punctuation mark - a period and then everything will take its place, will fall into place, anxiety will subside, the soul will take the shape of a square - because it is a very understandable and simple figure day day day and then - a conversation about the edges of the universe, about the intervention of religion in the concept of hedonism, about the methodology of philosophical knowledge, about something else that I don’t

Leftist discourse in general and Marxism (s) in particular in modern times is a motley and multiple phenomenon. But even diverse activism and especially theoretical fractality converge on at least one conventional point. Namely, in a situation of a general crisis of both theory and practice [1], based on the first or unfounded .

#BookReview #Lerysol #Publishing #Booksand Authors #Storytelling#BookRecommendations Life is too serious to talk about her seriously Oscar Wilde Quiet early Sunday cafe. 5 am…. Everyone is asleep. Forest, shoulders tightly, intertwined with branches. Pitch silence. Larks creep over the branches. Energy splashes out like geysers, the vessels are full. Everything is calm, the storms from the evening have calmed down. The dense forest scares away the shy.

The modern artist and critic has to make his way through the crowd of art pointers. They shout in our ears that painting is dead, that sculpture has become impoverished - it is old, it is impotent. Art has moved on a long time ago. It’s funny to hear, because painting and sculpture are languages ​​for expressing thoughts and feelings; ways of speaking that a person mastered no later, and perhaps much earlier, than the verbal presentation of experience.