Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 20 Фев 2021 •
The plants are instinctively smarter than us as their joy of new day is natural, organic.
To live to see the dawn is a prerogative of those who are capable of photosynthesis.
My personal recipe for survival is as simple as this law of nature: I never use curtains in the houses, where I stay for...
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 15 Янв 2021 •
A quiet cart and a broken commitment.
Promise fulfilled and it halts with a sign.
Man in the cap so adored by the infants
cries at the one who is first in the line:
“Stop filming this!” ...but the colors are high. What is not broken is grinded from distance. On the grey blade of the windmill of time......
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 18 Апр 2020 •
With a smile on their faces, looking like a smile of shyness, a shadow from what they were just weeks ago before the quarantine.
In the market, in a queue, on the street.
Jumping back the exact distance that should preserve them from breaking the 1,5 meter suggested distance between the two breathing creatures, a shelter from...
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 03 Апр 2020 •
As a kid I read a lot of Jack London and particularly remember his piece on Molokai, — the colony of leprosy Hawaiians and some foreigners, trapped in the Pacific. Jack wrote a great piece on that: “the Lepers of Molokai.”
No one knew how to treat them at the time, the issue was to contain...
Автор:
Пабло Неруда
, 30 Мар 2020 •
Сосчитаем до двенадцати и замрем.
Один лишь раз на планете не заговорим ни на одном языке. Замрем-ка на секунду не шевеля руками.
Как бы запахла эта минута! Без спешки, без локомотивов... Мы объединимся в мгновенной общей тревоге.
Рыбаки в холодном море не будут ранить китов и солевар взглянет на свои изъеденные руки. Те, кто готовят изумрудные войны, войны...
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 14 Мар 2020 •
My German friends asked me to write a piece on why from a point of view of a man who was born and raised up in times of deficits and madness of the Soviet era it is still weird to see the agitation over one of the most wanted goods in times of corona virus....
Автор:
Алексей Бобровников
, 25 Апр 2019 •
Оставьте слова и оставьте мечи. Снимите колпак звездочета. Расслабьтесь. Вдохните. Оденьте трусы. Я вижу вы дёрганный что-то. Смесь кислого пива и горькой мочи — печальный коктейль Мельпомены. Не стоит ни клянчить от рая ключи, ни ждать сторожей после смены. Закончилась битва, восходит камыш над топким, весенним болотом. Прощай, гастарбайтер нехоженых крыш у праха работавший ботом....
Автор:
Алексей Бобровников
, 08 Апр 2019 •
«...эти борцы за форму в ущерб содержанию не признают очевидного:
если кого-то и нужно сажать на цепь, чтобы доказать превосходство человека над законом природы то уж точно не собаку, но только кота.»
Автор:
Tomas Tranströmer
, 26 Мар 2019 •
The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty. And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers:
'I am not empty, I am open.'
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 03 Дек 2018 •
They now stepped on a moss-covered hill along which dozens of small streams flowed. The rainwater, filtered through loose soil, filled the beds of the small springs, which became wider and wider each minute as the rain was getting stronger. Now the water was dripping from the very mossy soil. It really was velvet —...
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 20 Ноя 2018 •
Grab dann ein auf gut Glück, versteck unterm Hemd, als Vorrat für Stadien oder OMON-Soldaten, nicht rechtzeitig explodierte Granaten deinen Paß nicht verlängert mit neuem Datum.
Soll es irgendwo liegen das erschöpfte durch lange Lagerung in seinem Schädelkasten erkältete, ans Glascheibchen angewachsene Auge...
Автор:
Aleksei Bobrovnikov
, 16 Ноя 2018 •
Sometimes you bring them food, fuck them in threesomes, listen or just go away.
In your nightmares, they never scream but speak in soft voices of their fragile obsessions.
Or just watch you intensely to make you finally see.
The information passed through Somnia is always a key to nightmares, that make you sleepwalk at daytime
until you...
