| ARCHIVE | NEWSLETTER | |||
 |
||||
| 2001 | ||||
| September, 24 | ||||
| An enormous amount of interest in politics
has been raised amongst DEREVO members. Arguments and shouting matches,
the sounds of newspapers and televisions... Then came the feeling of a Great
Lie. The shadow of some doctor with a pasted artificial smile, the smell
of perfume, and the sight of a dirty syringe... This is a hot and sticky
dream.
Last Friday a concert in the church was cancelled. A mourning. Why do factories continue to work? cried the organist, - why can they invent something, produce something, count something whilst the organ has to remain silent? |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
|
||||
| September, 13 | ||||
| Everything had shifted. Just in a day. It wants to recomprehend many things, and it wants to work more than before. Never before had there been such determination... "Only serpents let their skin be fallen |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
||||
| September, 7 | ||||
|
John Surman's house is located in Kent (UK). It is perched on a hill at the end of a tunnel formed by a verdurous colonnade. Anton has found neither sheep, nor birds here. Yet he did meet a cheerful person, a great composer and musician. They spoke of all and every thing... Some one hundred metres from John's house there is a garden. In it there are trees growing. The garden is fenced for they are afraid of the expansion of the trees which need metal for living... |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
