“It would have been well for the world if Raphael could have given us at least one picture of a leper, of whom there were a multitude on the highways and byways of Italy. All the squalor, all the misery of the period goes unrecorded, and we have Madonnas repeated perpetually for the glorification of the wealthy and the leisure class.”—Algernon Sidney Craspey, The Ways of the Gods (1921)
“The myth of Lars von Trier’s misogyny persists, ultimately, because von Trier wants it to – not because he is a misogynist, but because he’d rather alienate the hypocritical moralists and pedants and prudes he’s spent his whole career railing against than spoon-feed them his message. This refusal to soften, broaden, or dumb down his films is the stance of a deeply un-democratic artist with a messiah complex, a snobby provocateur who gets a thrill out of being misunderstood. But it may also be the only way von Trier can stay true to his principles.”—Judy Berman, Flavorwire
“I realize that just like everyone reading about Human Barbie, I had had a simple narrative prepared in my head: A small-town girl grows up obsessed with dolls, etc. Instead, I get a racist space alien.”—Michael Idov, definitive profile of “Human Barbie” Valeria Lukyanova, GQ Magazine
Чтобы лучше понять твою статью, я начал понемногу изучать тему. Начал “ходить” по ссылкам. Буду постепенно вникать. Сложно. Я иду медленно. Хотя, некоторые аспекты знакомы и даже частично пересекаются с моими прежними профессиональными и любительскими знаниями и интересами, в целом - всё ново для меня. И под другим углом зрения.
Помню,-когда мне было ещё лет 10-12 (1960-62),- ребята постарше в нашем дворе эксперементировали с самодельными электрогитарами и записью (на старых допотопных бабинных магнитофонах) импровизаций на гитаре - на фоне дворового шума, крика тётушек, кудахтанья кур, кряканья уток, собачьего лая и т.п. Потом перезаписывали и заново монтировали отдельные части “произведения”.
Мне тогда это всё казалось шутками (“приколами”, “стёбом”).
Но, если учесть, что эти парни (нелегально в то время) слушали -на самодельных приёмниках-западные радиостанции (старательно забивавшиеся советскими “глушилками”), то можно предположить, что они уже что-то знали об электронной, “конкретной” и других (тогда-“модерновых”) вариантах звуковой музыки…
You know, the last few days - the Crimea takeover, the final decimation of oppositional press, and the sanctions exchange with the U.S. - have me feeling lightheaded with relief. At last, after twenty-odd years of shuffling about the stage, the players are on their marks. (Julia Ioffe was right in saying recently that everything that has happened in and to Russia since 1991 is one single period of “post-Soviet transition,” we’re just too close to it to realize it). Things are just crisper now, in sharper focus. Domestically, Russia has given conclusive proof that it doesn’t know how to be a country: either it is an empire, or it doesn’t know what it is. Shepherding the surrounding nations is the only thing that gives its vastness a point and its denizens an identity. Excellent. Got it. And internationally, Russia is the bad guy again, which is great because it’s the only way it can be interesting. The perceived villainy of its authorities lends timelessness to its uneven literature, relevance to its crappy pop music, and big shiny halos to its dissidents, most of whom are otherwise too complicated or flawed to fully embrace. Perfect. Got this one too. Now and only now we can finally move on. On to what, though, I don’t dare guess.
"TVLand is so much better than the WWW. I need world. I’m fried inside myself tonight. There are so many warbling out there to satiate the hunger that de-defines your spite version. I need a hammer. I will only go into the water if I am holding one."
"People yearn to pretend and it makes me sad, to be frank, their illusions. So much recycled into teenage memories."
"Arnold grinned in the salt laboratory. He had found a new sanctuary to call his own, thereby writing himself out of the story. A prisoner of his own inhibitions, just like everyone secretly wants. Attainment can be fatal for the fingerless ones, their bones having spun a eunuch’s tornado."
THE SUICIDERS, Travis Jeppesen. On the subway, every morning, I’ve been marking parts I like with some foul mascara I found; should acquire a pen.
“For me, it was very useful to take a tablet of LSD. And mushrooms. One or two times. Twice. It showed me the possibilities I have, but it did not give me those possibilities… And I realized if I do it all the time, I will burn my brain. My plan was to live 120 years. All my friends died already. I am like a turtle. I can wait 20 years to make a picture. Whatever I need.”—Alejandro Jodorowsky