Instincts draped in poetry... Friends! There is no more subtle passion and no deeper pleasure than human thought gives. There is: DECENTITY without poison! When you are burning with passion, then you don’t squeeze, but give! I would be grateful if you pay attention to “Popanya the Beautiful,” a kind of pop herbarium, an indescribable anal pearl that I raised from the depths... Not even in one year. It is based on the author’s personal intimate impressions and observations. Plus a little fantasy, “to which every writer has the right.” The content is inserted!.. You can consider my work as civil lyrics. Essentially, these are: Barkoviana, humor, erotica, modern Russian poetry... Despite our civilization, we all sometimes want the obscene. After all, even in the New Millennium, sin is still alive, strong and attractive! Therefore: Brother Debauchery and Sister Lust are combined in my verses with legal sex! I publish it, keeping in mind that: “Modesty is the worst form of vanity,” in the hope: “Sin, passion and love will burn through loneliness!” E-nsk, October 2005 - February 2010 Author's blog: Instead of a review of the poem "Popanya the Beautiful" (Anal graffiti)< /p> "...Their books convince us that obscenity is the primary category of human consciousness, a phenomenon much deeper than the foam behind the stern of a sick society that treats the body with disgust. Human sexuality, almost regardless of its suppression by Christianity , is a highly problematic phenomenon and belongs (at least in potential) to extreme states, and not to the everyday experience of humanity. Tamed or not, sexuality remains one of the demonic principles of human consciousness, again and again pushing people towards forbidden and dangerous desires - starting from impulses towards sudden and unmotivated violence against others to a voluptuous craving for the extinguishing of one’s own consciousness, for death. Even at the level of simple physical sensations or states, the act of love is no less, if not more, reminiscent of an epileptic seizure than a delicious dinner or friendly conversation. Few people have not experienced (at least in fantasies) the erotic temptation of bodily violence, the erotic charms of the base and disgusting. These phenomena are part of the unreduced spectrum of human sexuality, and unless, of course, they are classified as elementary nervous breakdowns, the picture is strikingly different from that which caresses the gaze of the enlightened public, and is far from so simple." (Selected Essays of the 1960s-70s years)Susan Sontag. To the “critics”-sniffers... from the Author. Or: “...Your point goes into the auditorium!..” “The greatest deception from which one suffers.” man, is his own opinion." - Leonardo da Vinci. With this quote I answer all those sniffers who are liquid, without digesting the truth about themselves, maliciously confusing criticism of a work with unfriendly attacks on the Author, without realizing that such “criticism” characterizes, first of all, themselves, the wretched ones. To such, I say: PNH.