33. Unloud

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Saturday, April 15, 2006

Friday, April 14, 2006

………………………………………..there was no wind

………………………………………..on went the boyards

………………………………………..the bushiest apple tree

………………………………………..am feeling blue today

………………………………………..in the green pine grove

………………………………………..love charms

………………………………………..the little duck

………………………………………..the small mosquitoes

………………………………………..on the other bank of the great river

………………………………………..a legend

………………………………………..by the lonely-lying rock

………………………………………..a chant for the motherland

………………………………………..down the road

………………………………………..my green years

………………………………………..on top of a hill

………………………………………..the northern merrymaking

………………………………………..the light blue doves

………………………………………..the harvested grain fields

………………………………………..the countryside square dance band

………………………………………..the girls’ tunes

………………………………………..mis’ry, oh my mis’ry

………………………………………..I love my friend

………………………………………..out came 33 fine ships

………………………………………..in side a church

……………………………………….a plea for the Russian land





Thursday, April 13, 2006


.......................found language as what remains, as what actually survives the possibility, or impossibility, of speaking


............................................to what does such a language bear witness? To something-a fact or event, a memory or hope, a delight or agony-that could be registered in the corpus of what has already been said? It bears witness to neither one nor the other. What cannot be stated, what cannot be archived is the incapacity to speak. The groaning "dark shadows" the "background noise" that has no place in the libraries or archives or statements..........remnants........."I, who speak, the one who cannot in any sense speak."


"............for although thy people be as the sand and of the sea, yet a remnant of them shall be saved"

"............ для того, хотя ваши люди, быть как песок и моря, все же остаток их должен быть спасен"

Wednesday, April 12, 2006




















































































































There's a certain Slant of light, winter afternoons.......when it comes, the landscape listens....shadows.....hold their breath......when it goes, 'tis like the distance. On the look of death.



...........................made it on time,


...........................невыносимая легкость того, чтобы быть ничем


.........небесный вред, это дает нам ..., мы не можем найти никакого шрама ...., но внутреннего различия ...., где значения.....

Monday, April 10, 2006