музыка: seashore от: n1k-о background suntheme пс НЕЗАБЫТОЕ СТАРОЕ Интересное это Было время - первая треть двадцатого века. Время соБытий, эмо- ций, лозунгов, надежд и поэтов. Некоторые поэты Были признаны классиками революцион- ной литературы, - такие как, например, Ма- яковский и Бедный.Others, whose creativity yours was no less expressive, unknown disappeared in the whirlpool of the class struggle. One of these “forgotten” poets of the post-revolutionary evolutionary era - Alexey Gastev. Despite to its relative age, his poems “catches” with its energy, splashing from each line, and informal verse rum and word formation, groping for its own path to the reader and does not subordinate according to no official canons. But here what is most striking: if you look closely read his lines, then he comes to understand the delusion that this is all about us, too, about our time, that this is a message-pre- the warning from distant has now passed - good for us, our direct descendants. Can we we remember in time that history repeats itself once born as a tragedy, then loves repeat itself like a farce? Evgeniy Ilyasov On my own behalf I will add that POEMS cannot Be statute of limitations. If the POEM there is energy, then over time it will not where it won't disappear. There are many examples, and We will not dwell on them. The works of Alexey Gastev, in my opinion look, quite exotic and unusual new, but certainly extraordinary. Similar to shots or volleys of guns, especially "A stack of orders." Alexey KuBrack * * * ALEXEY GASTEB 1882-1938 (41?) Let's erect a monument AMOEBA - which gave the reaction, TO THE DOG - the greatest friend, calling to the exercise, MONKEYS - a hurricane of living movement, HAND - wonderful intuition of will and designs, TO THE SAVAGE - with his stone blow, TO THE INSTRUMENT - as a banner of will, CAR - teacher of accuracy and speed, AND TO ALL THE BRAVE PEOPLE WHO CALL TO THE RECONDITION OF MAN.
Pack of orders ORDER 01 Forty thousand in a line. Attention: keep an eye on the pressure gauge - solder it in. Cast iron-strip-looks. Checking the line - volley. Shot along the line. Projectile flight - ten millimeters from the foreheads. Thirty foreheads have been licked, - people in Marriage. Thousand A - to the east. Column 10 - to the west. Twenty-nine thousand - freeze. ORDER 02 Chronometer, on duty. To the machines. Stand up. Pause. Charge of attention. Innings. Turn on. Self-propelled. Stop. Half a minute of exposure. Switch. Operation B. Take two, take four. Seven. Episode twenty, let's get started. ORDER 03 Doctors, to the ranks. Raise the temperature. Increase by nine tenths of a degree. Top ten. Small pause. Raise one hundred D. Long pause. Thousand E. To machines, blades, microscopes. Raise it further. Five tenths. Million S.Thirty cities. Twenty states. Agitkanonada. Labor-attack-extra. ORDER 04 Prisms of houses. A pack of twenty blocks. B press her. Flatten into a parallelogram. Press down to 30 degrees. On worms and wheels. Quarter-tank. Diagonal movement. Cutting through the streets without flinching. An extra thousand calories for workers. ORDER 05 Funeral service at the Cemetery of Planets. Roar in the catacombs of the worlds. Millions, into the hatches of the Future. Billions, stronger than guns. Hard labor of the mind. Shackles of the heart. Engineer the common people. Drive geometry into their necks. Logarithms to them as gestures. Onakoctutb their romance. Tons of indignation. Word normalization from pole to pole. Phrases using the decimal system. Boiler plant of speeches. Destroy literature. Oroptahutb tunnels. Make them talk. The sky is red for excitement. Gears - super speed. Brain machines - loading. Cinema eyes - installation. Electric nerves - work. Arterial pumps - pump them up. ORDER 06 Asia is all on the note D. America is a chord higher. Africa - B Flat. Radio bandmaster. Cyclone cello - solo. Forty Towers - with a bow. The orchestra is at the equator. Symphonies along parallel 7. Choirs along meridian 6. Electric strings to the earth's center. Hold the ball of the earth in music four seasons. Sound in orbit for 4 months pianissimo. Dofour minutes volcano-fortissimo. Tear off for a week. Ring out in volcano-fortissimo-crescendo: Keep it on volcano for six months. Reduce to zero. Collapse the orchestra. ORDER 07 Distribution Bureau on Mont Blanc. Switchboard Washington, Command America. Radio Kolkata - eastern continent. The telegraph operators' shift will fall asleep for 2 hours. Wake up the telephone girls for 5 o'clock. Raise aircraft platforms 10,000 kilometers. Repair 20 million Legless. To upset the people of Australia. Make Canadians 30 years younger. Accept the report in three minutes from half a billion athletes. Make a summary of reports by TV machines in 10 minutes. Turn off the sun for half an hour. Write on the night sky 20 kilometers of words. Divide consciousness into 30 parallels. Make them read 20 kilometers in 5 minutes. Turn on the sun. For everyone who is hot, step on the spot. Command a high jump. Choose the most springy ones. Humanity is tubes to the ears and larynx. Listen to the athletes, there is poetry in their bodies. ORDER 08 Shoot the black area. Throw cubes of yellow at the electric cranes. Scatter events on planes and cubes. Give a circular motion. Intersect everything along the axis. Twenty centuries in the staircase. Throw the ladder in a plane. Give rotation. The speed is a million centuries per minute.Compress. Give the condensation point. Pause of attention. Inject it all with syringes human highways. Raise Burana on molecules. Enter all this into microatoms. March of highways from the pole to the equator. Counter march: from the equator to the pole. ORDER 09 Open Battle. Hands, chest. Set aside. Battle with hypnosis. Maneuver back. Mobilize four highways. Battle of syllogisms. Pressure gauge readings. Burn the game with rays. Intensively oxygenate the rear. Nitridize opponents. Brainwash. Pause. Lose orientation in space. Turn on the sense of time. Cast darkness over the crowds. A dam of people under a dam of people. Crazy women, give birth. Press immediately, urgently. ORDER 10 Otpanoptobatb: six hundred cities - - sample exposure. Twenty cities suffocated - in Brak.
------------------------------------------ Poems that I like... Poets Igor Severyanin OVERTURE Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne Surprisingly tasty, sparkling and spicy! I'm all about something Norwegian! I'm all about something Spanish I'm inspired by impulse! and I take up the pen! The sound of airplanes! Run cars! Betponpocbuct express! Buer's winged aircraft! The cat is kissed here! there's someone there Beat it! Pineapples in champagne are the pulse of the evenings! In a group of nervous girls, in acute about ladies' society I will transform the tragedy of life into a farce... Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne! From Moscow to Nagasaki! FromNew York to Mars! 1915. January. Petrograd. A III> Do you know what an electric nance?.. ELECTRICITY What is electrosonance? This is lightning and firefly. Dream and fairy tale. Hexameter and stanza. Thought and dream. Saw and bow. Pabhokpobbe and the evil misalliance. The mystery of the night and the female pupil. The universe is electric resonance! 1911. February. RONDO OF ORANGE SUNSET Unsufferable torment, unthreatened thunderstorms So much is behind us, and the beating of the heart is heavy. Orange sunset overgrown with vines Uneradicated torment. Orange sunset! you are my old friend, Like the babbling of grass, like the trembling of birches, Like twittering dreams... But what if you change? suddenly? I would cry with burnt rusty tears, Down drown the rings of snake boredom And wait, like a train driver waits for wheels, Unexamined torment! Weimarn. 1913. August. MOCKING How Bleoklo wove a purple bell The sound fabric faded from the harrier! A veiled aeole mooned over him And, throwing pebbles into the water: “kan”, He whispered a little with his lips, like a coral... He Was it: neither a girl nor a boy. An electric bot was trembling on the lake. Everyone listened to the poet - ecstasy And in the moonlight they drowned from care. But by the ghosts of Serago Mizer The frightening one jumped towards the Bat, - And in the reflections of the burning castle... - QueenLife is brought up like a boor! 1911. March. THE WEST IS GONE... West It went out... Rosa I gave in... Quiet In the fields... Willow - Golyak... It's windy Bush... Shaving Crunch... Lomok Ice... Loud Beep... In the darkness Canvas And the crypt Spot... 1910. OCTOBER. SILENCE OF NOISE Killer of life, thoughts of awakening, Gusts of light, air and dreams - Crime city - killer of inspiration - I crawl among blows and threats. I crawl without direction, without consciousness, Without feelings, Without eyes, Without hearing and Without powers: And with the noise of the city Silence laughs at me Deader, more hopeless than graves. 1908. March. Petersburg. Fedor Tyutchev THE LAST CATACLYSM When the last one strikes hour of nature, The composition of the parts will collapse earthly: Everything visible will again be covered by waters, And God's face will be depicted in them! * * * Waves are floating on the lake. Some people regret the heat Sunset Clouds. (Unknown author) * * * O bright Moon! I walked and walked to you, And you are still far away. (Unknown author) A III> I found these two haiku on... a pack green tea. I love it, you know, green Indulge in some tea... Boris Poplavsky Automatic versesD. and N. Tatishchev (excerpts) 1 Drowsiness A traveler descends to the center of the earth The roads go quietly to the west Sun We learned different things. We were at pole Where ice is like logical returns And the water is deep Like space Everything is left Only in the distance does memory speak to God 2 Altitude record broken at the airfield The air is full of joy and lies Black street, roar of glances, blows smilesBock Danger And in the shadow of the bell tower the Tramp plays flute Quietly, quietly Barely audible ...He figured it out Cross-word about the glory of the cross He's free 3 Nobody knows yet It's too early The coming days sleep sweetly Laying down huge heads Big beautiful hands The stars are calling them But they don't hear Gas is burning far below The rain has passed, the pavement is shining Christ in Boots rides on a tram 4 Who knows? Nobody here knows. Who's listening? Nobody hears there. Nothing Happens Everyone forgets Yawn sweetly Breathe slowly Quietly, like a cancer backing into the darkness, Happiness is retreating in the starry worlds The sun is yearning Spring is shining We will never wake up from sleep 110 The books said: How old we are We have been closed for a long time, we are forgotten We stand in huge sarcophagi Whispering in the dust in huge Battles 181 A song about a miracle Forget, forget Christ, to Judas Bend over your chestSummer is passing Dusk of the rain Dream of freedom And then Song about a miracle Forget, forget Surrender to Judas Be a Judas 185 Who are you, proud spirits? We are sounds that have flown away from the Earth We are spinning in a whirlwind of separation And torment We take revenge on non-Demons No, shine away, forget Kiss your tired hands Just Don't Be Any More Sorry Forgive yourself A III> These are peculiar, but quite interesting poems belong as you already you know, Boris Poplavsky (1903-1935). They were found only in 1998 in art. Khiva friends of the poet Dina and Nikolai Tatishchev in Paris. Before that, ABOUT these verses in general knew nothing, but the manuscripts in which they Were found, considered lost (this all his youthful poems, starting with four eleven years of age)! And these poems were written over 3 years, from 1930 to 1933. The entire cycle consists of 185 poems, but I have only listed a few here because However, this gives a large volume of the book Introduction to "Automatic Poems" Boris Poplavsky. * * * Alexey Konakov (Alexey Andreevich Konakov, born in 1985, student at St. Petersburg Polytechnic Chesky University. Lives in St. Petersburg- ge). B memory of memory People, in the whirlpool of a new day Plunging headlongeverywhere Will you remember me? No? And I you? And I will be there for you! Having put on a dull tailcoat, And having taken a cultural interest in the rose, I'm the last one to enter wrong In the coming age of sclerosis. From the boiling water of times The musty mud will put on a dress. I'm the only one in the world, yes! - I remember the moment of my conception. Late summer - Bordov sunset, Sitting, already old, in a coffee shop, I will remember - GuBoy Bortov The cargo ship was kissed by Liteiny. My hymn to humanity, Cutting off the ear of evil with a sickle thread! Because, don't be people, Who else should I remember?! (Zvezda magazine) * * * Boris Kosenkov (born 1934) Samara Heavenly Kiss Masterpieces are easy to write. A short sigh, a short run - And here is a wonderful child for you, And the world is delighted. Masterpieces are easy to write, Without suffering, sweating and puffing. He shook his head, waved his hand - And you are already an Immortal genius. Masterpieces write on Begu: In the capital Bucha, crazy, In battle, With a scythe in the meadow And a minute before the execution. Masterpieces write somehow: And on the sand, And on a floppy disk, And with a burnt match on scraps, And fresh blood on the cuff... Don't go out of your way The navel did not tear, Haven't worn out the shavings for years - But God just kissed me To the top of your head, lucky guy. (magazine "Continent", No. 115, 2003) - And at the end of this article - my poem- the opinion that Ifor some reason I didn't include it in last number. It's dedicated to my friend Alexander Mikhailov. (see email book by A. Mikhailov in IS-DOS format "Own and strangers", "ISDOS support teams" (Evgeniy Ilyasov)). Alexander Mikhailov Born - lived, studied - died, And there is nothing more. Here is a Biography of Thoughts. And don’t insert anything! Poetry? Some were published Others are still lying there. And it will leave a bright red mark What they are there for. So you write, my friend Sasha, That there is such and such a person And he will suddenly come out of the Akash And it will remain here forever! Of course, you are not to blame here. Write about destinies, about people! And as the wizard of words said: “With the verb, burn the hearts of people!” Alexey KuBrack. July 8, 2004 ------------------------------------------ (c) Oksana Kryazhova Staritsa. QUARTERS. I. You can’t drown out the emptiness in your heart, The thoughts in it today are not simple: Lord, can't you see Why are they laughing at my Russia?! II. Native country, Great country My shrine My religion! So where is the strength And your honor My Russia And my pain?!III. Too many enemies! Too few friends! So don't be Defenseless, Russia! After all, cruelty and greed unkind people Only a formidable force can stop you! IV. God! I will listen to you! My soul is dark again! And my heart is for this land Praying is doomed! V. How can I tell the party leaders, Why will Mstoria ask them to answer?! I'm standing and wondering about this by the map Powers, Which is not there! VI. Neither computer nor comfort Do not carry on an eternal dispute, How to mend your honor, If there are holes in honor! VII. You can't get used to shame To streams of unclean words, To shameless and insolent gazes And gossip over our heads. VIII. You can't get used to fame - It's more hoppy than mash! My country is suffering For getting drunk on her Rulers and heroes In part, the people themselves Forgetting that everything living We must go forward! IX. And it’s not in vain that I let it pass through myself, All the past - Fact and fiction - Rus' has become like a lofty motive, Aspiring into the dawn sky! X. It’s not for nothing that I take care of myself Allfreedom of the great-grandfather's Srech! I can be rightfully proud Majestic melodiousness of speech! XI. The path is not indicated by anyone Not for a century, not for an hour. Someday we'll say: - We were reviled! Where are the swamps and grasses, We were looking for ways... This is the brave right, The right to be the first to pass! ------------------------------------------ (c) Evgeny Borisov. Staritsa. * * * I saw something in the amber fire of the sunset. Something flashed there and then disappeared. Was it a spark that flashed in the bright light, Or maybe just another star has fallen. Only I know that I am not a star, not a spark. This was something completely different. How many years have passed, but what I saw then It still haunts me sometimes. It seemed so real You could touch it - just stretch out your hand. And the whole space touched my hearing Incredibly clear, beautiful sound. Did the banal UFO fly in the distance, In the neighboring space, a window opened. Now you won’t know what it was all about. You won’t be able to see him squatting nearby. You won’t look at it now... But, by the way, you have to Looking for an explanation, to find out something? There is no need to grab a miracle with your hands So fragile, so Ethereal. If you breathe a little wrong, you will say carelessly So he’s not there. Disappearedhow it wasn't... And the amber sunset is over the city again It shines with might and main almost half the sky. July 2004.
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