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1994

 Recently, my father, a music collector, bought some CDs of noted modern Soviet composer Boris Tischenko, the once-student of Dmitri Shostakovich, who wrote his Symphony No. 8 during WWII. Expectedly, Shostakovich had a marked influence upon Tischenko's music, which, after listening to the CDs, my father described as “difficult” in an impressed way. He sent a photo of these CDs to Tischenko's son, Vsevelod, who had come to the East Coast in the wave of 90s immigration and whom my father has known for many years. Seva said once that he tried listening to his father's music when he was young and it traumatized him for life. In said life, meanwhile, he hadn't seen his father from a young age, and Tischenko senior had altogether three children and then retired to Italy, where he was friends with and hung out with fellow renowned father of three children, Nobel Prize in Literature winner Joseph Brodsky. Seva once ran into Brodsky's son, Andrey, when Andrey first arriv...

Shakespeare's Dirty Cousin

Nobody knows who Shakespeare really historically was, but that has absorbed so much attention that nobody has even thought to wonder about his cousin, a peer and playwright in his own right and completely written out of history. But in their time, he, too, wrote many fine plays, some of which were performed, all of which, in time, were completely destroyed and forgotten with his tarnished reputation. In fact, it is likely some of the plays attributed to Shakespeare were his cousin's. His cousin was ever in Shakespeare's shadow and rumored to be less of talent, but this was a matter of taste and debatable. He certainly didn't know how to appeal to a crowd and this was reflected in his approach: he would obsess over a minuscule detail and completely lose track of the work, sometimes for months, even years, and this tendency only worsened with age. As such, he was not as prolific, but, it might be assumed, far more incisive with what he did finish. Shakespeare's cou...

Firesale

 Spoke the Devil in Phrases Retarded:     "Gather around you old-spirited thwarted          last generation - all must go!" "He threw my heirloom out the window!"     she cries to Bathilda, her devoted maid,     telling the sorrows of how she wouldn't get laid A fire! Red sky at night is the sailor's delight,     But red sky in the morning - "take warning" He beat his drum until she suck my thumb     And I hum ummmmm          "They had nothing to talk about"             Bathilda gossiped as she stood in line              At the Firesale everyone wanted a glimpse of the Host     with the Most         who'd drawn in the Lost             pulling everyone out from indoors                 at Last And the world was reborn in Fi...

Speculations 01

The Teutonic Knights are technically still around, though apparently, evidently, completely diminished in power. Are they? Speculation: maybe they've moved on from war and state into something invisible but actual. Stripped by Napoleon, outlawed by Hitler (both, ostensibly, probably not really, agents of real revolution), they seem to only diminish and diminish over time, like the Freemasons. At the same time we know that the trend of power has been to recede its true throne from view, and, where even 10 years ago an average person at least maybe knew the general direction to point in, now we've lost the thread to power entirely in a murky fog of "misinformation", distraction, and virtual realities presented before us. Possibly, if the Teutonic Knights' real tradition is one that traces power and not its form, they have followed this ball lightning through its many forms to keep a hold upon it in real-time, and are now involved in holdings that outline the true sh...