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Church bells sound of Kiev Pechersk Lavra Monastery by Church bells Ringers Of Kiev Pechersk Monastery
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"The Laboratory, or The Passion of Onco-Mouse" by Lynn Randolph
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Jupiter Space iconography reinforces parallels between the fertile spaces of
the masculinist/rational brain, outer space, cyberspace, as well as electronic
circuitry and urban streets. Typically, a luminous grid of lines passes into
infinity, a visual pun on the concept of ‘matrix’ as womb and as mathematical/
geometrical grid, signifying the fertility of the techno-scientific intellect and
corporate production.
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З книжки «Летючий Капелюх» Андрія Бондарчука від АБАБИГАЛАМАГИ
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why everybody is being silent about this creepy Taras Shevchenko from Dovzhenko's "Arsenal" (1929)
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ELIZA is a virtual interlocutor, a computer program written by Joseph Weizenbaum in 1966 that simulates a dialogue with a psychotherapist using active listening techniques.
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Geometry
Watch
how I hand a whole garden
back to the wild: squirrels, ring-necked pheasants,
rabbit milkweed, silvergrass, Chinese elder.
I decipher the garden’s geometry
in triangles, polygons, pyramids, spheres.
Now that it’s autumn
let me redefine this world.
In the mirror my face
not quite symmetrical.
Light and shadow show something
but hide more,
never focused.
This is critical.
Vagrant or migrant birds,
the golden raintree flowering
with the chrysanthemums,
a tanka of morning dew.
The last quarter moon,
cracked eggshell afloat on water:
night has arrived.
Bird’s-nest ferns breed asexually.
Stars proofread in braille.
Time’s bats, overdosed,
hang inverted. In flight, their squeaks
reach from the larynx
through my world,
then back to their own ears,
finding the edge of crisis.
Chen Yuhong
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