Explication
Andrei Monastyrsky writes:
Andrei Monastyrsky writes:
“I am not interested in what
may happen to me
because in these places
I have never been
and never will be
I do not know where they are”
“there is nothing in you
of foam or of snow
there is nothing in you
knocked together or windblown
there is nothing in you
left by me forever”
Andrei Monastyrsky2 writes:
“it was shattered
everything was shattered
shattering was everywhere
nothing was ever more shattered
everywhere the shattered everything shattered”
4. It is funny that the original text for the exhibition, including a reference to Japan, implied that this series would be shown, but much of what I wanted to display did not make it into the exhibition.
P. S. I wanted to tell you something else important, but I forgot.
3. Andrei Viktorovich appears here as a cultural figure; you may choose another container instead if you like. But I insist on Monastyrsky.
1.
A ‘dead language' here means English. Lately, a number of officials and the media have been calling it that. It is amusing that the sign saying ‘Sanskrit Lovers Club' still hangs on Gramsci Street. But the text on it has faded and can no longer be read.2.
Andrei Monastyrsky is a poet and artist. He runs a YouTube channel, @podjachevdva,
, which I have watched almost every day for several years. c) In 1989, the magazine ‘Yuny Tekhnik' enthusiastically reported that all texts ever written by humanity could fit on a hard drive. Everything I know about Japan is the words of Vera Nikolaevna Markova4 and images that could fit on one flash card — and yet I will not stop loving them.
b) When nothing is allowed, everything is allowed. One may even surrender to delight. In the video the poet3 opens a ceramic bear; inside its belly is a Micro-SD memory card with the archive of his whole life. Next to it, the same archive in weighty catalogue volumes and folders. The poet compares the volumes and is delighted.
a) Waiting. A breakdown in communication. There are words that cannot be spoken; it is better to keep them to yourself, to save them. There are dead languages1 — for the first time I name an exhibition with a word in such a language. There are great tasks that cannot be carried out. There is a feeling that a time will come when it will be possible, and for now one must continue in energy-saving mode.