FRAGMENTS OF LIFE

Birth of the text of the Jungle

One of the nicest and most popular New York newspaper called the "Village Voice" - the voice of the village in ours. Distributed free of charge at the corners, supermarkets and bookshops. Its content covers pretty much the entire spectrum of life in a huge city with a strong emphasis on entertainment and culture, plus ten pages seksobyavi balance. Prakva issue is back in the 1955th with the ambition to provide a platform for independent criticism marginalized voices and alternative perspectives. Village Voice The name refers directly to the famous Manhattan "villages": intellectual bohemian Greenwich Village and the East Village, where traditionally cultivated seed of challenge and the nonkonformism. Although located in the heart of New York "village" live carefree and smooth rhythm of rural communities outside of Gothic shade, away from the maddening vibrations on the stock exchange. Batman, Spiderman and Catwoman fastidiously avoid them as a backdrop for his stunts. This is the realm of oral culture: people tend to gather to talk. Exchanged gossip circulating rumors are born anecdotes are publicly-created post. Life is adjusted based on unwritten rules. The village has a voice unlike the urban jungle which topped wail of sirens and horns. Unfortunately, under the influence of abundant pastoral literature with which we grew up drinking, that voice comes to us with very mixed animal sounds and scents, obscuring the true roots of nostalgia. What I Robinson Crusoe dreams of every minute of his exile was a human voice. Modern metropolises have the character more of a natural phenomenon than a human project. The city seemed to be slipping out of control and people started to grow on its own, to absorb surrounding villages and attract crowds like a magnet. City authorities are mostly powerless over this process: they do not do nothing but adapt to issue regulations and to post signs with timid hope to at least partially regulate this post-industrial jungle. Jungle is the kingdom of characters! Man must learn to rely on them to survive. Because the city had no voice. Every street, every section, every beggar, every cat Lomo their own thing without giving a damn about others. If You try to listen to their disordered choir then You will be utterly lost. The city is filled with lost souls who sooner, or later fall prey to a hunter. Trusting Signage - they are universal as forest tracks. If anything's clear, read explanatory texts. Because votes are always killing the song while signs predispose to interpretation. The fabric of the text consists of characters as the song - from voice. When singing peasant, urban man read - silently, like a hunter, prowling the jungle

Alek Popov “Companion of the radical thinker”