"Мне жалко что я не крыша,
распадающаяся постепенно,
которую дождь размачивает,
у которой смерть не мгновенна." (A.B.)

Marina Tsvetaeva - The Moon to the Lunatic (1923)

Leave behind those who have tangled
As you soar.

In this hour of full oblivion

Wake no more.

Neither genius nor lunatic

Is well-liked.

In this hour of last epiphany

See no light.

I’m your eyes.  An owl-like socket

Where roofs peer.

When I call you by your own name -

Fail to hear.

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Aural Innovations posted a review of Radio Free Clear Light - Joyful Noises, vol 1: Tamoachan, to which I had the pleasure of contributing.  One of the tracks also features lestp on trumpet.


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( Dmitry Bakin. Excerpt from the short story “No Remaining” («Нельзя Остаться»). English translation by yours truly. )

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Через семь лет после "Пыли"

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"If there is one person in the audience who actually looked up to see if we were playing while you were in town, that's who we play for."

Anthony Meloa of Controlled Bleeding, after last night's show.

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http://www.unitzeroone.com/labs/Triangle3DOld/Alt.html

Warning: not a children's cartoon

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