I opened old notebooks with my poems in Russian dated from1998 to 2004 roughly. I started reading and got literally dizzy, no need for red wine tonight. So, I decided to deal with this emotional reaction. I will post them one by one on this blog together with my acrylic paintings of later period and random photographs.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Америка антиэстетика
Америка антиэстетика улиц подземок жилья свобода сознанья эклектика Америка радость моя
а там моя даль Россия ж.д. к.п.п. лагеря простор бездорожья красива Россия печаль моя
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