Friends, for many years I have been posting my author's photographs on this site. They were good, not vulgar, you liked them. I spent my energy, time and my life on this. The site sent me to the shadowban, my personal hashtags are not displayed in the search, my works can only be found by your reposts, and not by my publications. I cannot send messages to those people with whom I communicated by correspondence. I can't even reply to your comments in this post. And I'll tell you what - fuck you - Tumblr, I'm better off without you than you are without me.
Anyone who is interested in my work - welcome to:
instagram @danspbway
telegram @topicspb
I thank you all for your attention, here I will no longer publish a single photo of the work.
No matter what the hell is going on in the world, keep creating, photographing and loving!
All for now.
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Друзья, уже много лет я размещаю на этом сайте свои авторские фотографии. Они были хороши, не вульгарны, они вам нравились. Я тратил на это свою энергию, время и свою жизнь. Сайт отправил меня в теневой бан, мои личные хештеги не отображаются в поиске, мои работы можно найти только по вашим репостам, а не по моим публикациям. Я не могу отправлять сообщения тем людям, с которыми общался по переписке. я даже не могу в этом посте ответить на ваши коментарии. И вот что я тебе скажу - иди нахуй - Тамблер, мне лучше без тебя, чем тебе без меня.
Всем кому интересно мое творчество - добро пожаловать:
Фото работы в инстаграм @danspbway
Группа в VK https://vk.com/danspbway
Для связи - телеграмм @topicspb
Какая бы хрень не происходила в мире, продолжайте творить, фотографировать и любить! Всем – пока!
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JOSEPH BRODSKY
Don’t leave your room, don’t commit that fateful mistake.
Why risk the sun? Just settle back at home and smoke.
Outside’s absurd, especially that whoop of joy,
you’ve made it to the lavatory--now head back straight away!
Don’t leave your room, don’t go and hail a taxi, spend,
the only space that matters is the corridor, its end
a ticking meter. She comes by, all ready for caressing,
mouth open? Kick her straight out, don’t even start undressing.
Don’t leave your room, just say you have the influenza.
A wall and table are the most fascinating agenda.
Why leave this place? Tonight you will come home from town
exactly as you were, only more beaten down.
Don’t leave your room. Go dance the bossa nova,
shoes without socks, your body bare and coat tossed over.
The hallway holds its smells of ski wax and boiled cabbage,
writing even one letter more is excess baggage.
Don’t leave your room. Do you still look handsome?
Just ask the room… Incognito ergo sum,
as petulant Substance once remarked to Form.
It’s not exactly France outside. Don’t leave your room!
Don’t be an idiot! You’re not the others, you’re an exclusion!
Choreograph the furniture, essay wall-paper fusion.
Make that wardrobe a barricade. The fates require us
to keep out Cosmos, Chronos, Eros, Race and Virus!
1970
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Ph:DanSpb
inst: @danspbway
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