September 7th, 2011


Я очень сильно хочу в Стамбул. Осенью или весной. Но никак не летом. Хочу в Стамбул.

Много куда хочу.

What We Lost (M. Ondaatje)

What we lost.

The interior love poem
the deeper levels of the self
landscapes of daily life

dates when the abandonment
of certain principles occured.

The rule of courtesy – how to enter
a temple or forest, how to touch
a master’s feet before lesson or performance.

The art of the drum. The art of eye-painting.
How to cut an arrow. Gestures between lovers.
The pattern of her teeth marks on his skin
drawn by a monk from memory.

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