On Vladimir Vysotsky’s 87th Birthday
Every January 25, I ask myself the same question: if Vladimir Vysotsky hadn’t left us in 1980 at just 42,...
January 25, 2025
Every January 25, I ask myself the same question: if Vladimir Vysotsky hadn’t left us in 1980 at just 42,...
This article is based on notes made in 2016, 2018, and 2024. Screen grabs via screenmusings.org. In the late months...
I was 16 years old when I first heard Victor Luferov’s song Meeting (Встреча). I had discovered a website created...
Monteverde’s ability to take something so small, so ordinary—a mother stepping into sunlight—and make it feel sacred.
There’s a certain familiarity in the way writers are drawn to alcohol—an orbit of longing, self-doubt, and solace.
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