March 13th, 2008

Lena Hades

капустник трактористов ЛЕНУ ХЕЙДИЗ ЗА РЕШЕТКУ! must go on


это картинка с очередной порцией сельского наци спектакля:
блоггер "оператор машинного доения" Xenia_282 ожила под именем Xena_282
и чего-то там продолжает придумывать, ибо капустник трактористов и доярок под названием
"Лену Хейдиз за решетку!" must go on

и тут на сцене сельского дома культуры
появляется еще один больной на всю голову
"механизатор", по совместительству

"художник"-националист Вова Сальников (чей ЖЖ -
это бесконечный параноидальный бред ксенофоба,
красочная иллюстрация к брошюре
"Почему опасен национализм")

он торжественно декламирует:
"Если мы русские тебе не нравимся,
то чего ты к нам лезешь?"

Вова, я-то к вам отнюдь не лезу,
это все вы -
ко мне, да ко мне...

Как я понимаю, на само искусство
у сельского механизатора-сталинистаВовы уже совсем
не осталось времени, ибо Вова занят капустником
"национальным дискурсом"

але, наци дурачки, я не то чтобы не наступаю,
я и реагирую на ваш бред уже как-то лениво,
может, прекратим подтасовкой заниматься, а?

а Сальникова жалко, рисовал он все же относительно
не так плохо, хотя и слишком уж по-ученически,
но вот наци славянский бог Ярила совсем не дал ему ума,
увы

Жалко Вову

зы. а народ зевает, между прочим,
поп корн закончился и актеры устали

зызы. спасибо, SILENCIO
moi petite

from The Soul of Man Under Socialism (1891) by Oscar Wilde


Lena Hades. Oscar Wilde, 1999, 45x55 cm, tempera on wood

... With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true, beautiful, healthy Individualism. Nobody will waste his life in accumulating things, and the symbols for things. One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. It is a question whether we have ever seen the full expression of a personality, except on the imaginative plane of art. In action, we never have. Caesar, says Mommsen, was the complete and perfect man. But how tragically insecure was Caesar! Wherever there is a man who exercises authority, there is a man who resists authority. Caesar was very perfect, but his perfection travelled by too dangerous a road. Marcus Aurelius was the perfect man, says Renan. Yes; the great emperor was a perfect man. But how intolerable were the endless claims upon him! He staggered under the burden of the empire. He was conscious how inadequate one man was to bear the weight of that Titan and too vast orb. What I mean by a perfect man is one who develops under perfect conditions; one who is not wounded, or worried, or maimed, or in danger. Most personalities have been obliged to be rebels. Half their strength has been wasted in friction...

Чудесное эссе, кстати говоря ...

It will be a marvellous thing – the true personality of man – when we see it. It will grow naturally and simply, flower-like, or as a tree grows. It will not be at discord. It will never argue or dispute. It will not prove things. It will know everything. And yet it will not busy itself about knowledge. It will have wisdom. Its value will not be measured by material things. It will have nothing. And yet it will have everything, and whatever one takes from it, it will still have, so rich will it be. It will not be always meddling with others, or asking them to be like itself. It will love them because they will be different. And yet, while it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a beautiful thing helps us by being what it is. The personality of man will be very wonderful. It will be as wonderful as the personality of a child...