Realised I had never heard or read any poems by the well-known Moscow poet and essayist Lev Rubinstein, found at home a 2000 collection of his writings, "Domestic Music-Making", with a bookmark: a 2006 Madrid metro ticket at page 43. There were no poems in the book, as I understand the word. Here are a few random pages. Conceptually
In the finale of the Strugatskys' Roadside Picnic, the Golden Ball is told: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to offend nobody, but the digest really does come free of charge. So, here is the main business of the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
