Biocarlics of polymorphic intercourse

About Viktor Vilisov’s “Street”-the main book Body Horror of the season

Our basic social ties for centuries are destroyed by repressive institutions of Western civilization, one of which is heteronormativity. It seems that there is nothing fundamentally new in this observation, but this did not stop Viktor Vilisov when he sat down to write the book “Treshness. The future of human intimacy. " About this terrible horror, released under the guise of a collection of philosophical essays, says Artem Abramov.

Starting from February 24, 2022, we were all in the face of the advancing barbarism, violence and lies. In this situation, it is extremely important to preserve at least the remnants of culture and support the values ​​of humanism - including for the sake of the future of Russia. Therefore, the editorial office of Gorky will continue to talk about books, reminding our readers that the world remains in the world and fiction.

Victor Vilisov. Steaks. The future of human intimacy. M.: AST, 2022. Content

I have a specific deformation of perception. When I interact with something that does not have a sound dimension, my brain automatically tries to call it up. For example, it is very difficult for me to read without background music: meaning and my understanding of the text often mock the internal musicality of his speech, structure and topics. But sometimes the internal speaker of the readable is much louder than a distracting playlist. Viktor Vilisov was completely unbearable to read: before that I had not yet held a book in my hands, literally able to make my bones vibrate. Moreover, the music is familiar and seemingly beloved: the last few days I clearly enjoyed the printed analogue of the noise of the British duo The Grey Wolves.

“Gray Wolves” is a typical second-bit group of the 1980s industrial group, which has tried both primitive percussion Dance, and a monotonous synthesizer rumble, and a cathartic maximum frequency noise. All of the above owed the year they went to them until 2003. Nevertheless, if Dave Padbury and Trevor Ward will be remembered for future generations, then not a sound-gunner, but a message to which they invariably charged their microphones and units:

Non-fiction of the eminent theater critic and Quir-theoretic Vilisov is inherently not much from the worldview of two pensioners from the Manchester industrial abscess of Salford, those still fans lay behind the stilettos and drive him to the football player. Despite the network halo of its author, the “post -loving” - not at all Madrigal the current progress of human relations. Even the very word “progress” of Vilisov remembers, firstly, rare, and secondly-usually with such disgust that ink begins to simply stink.

Even before the release of the book “The Street” they managed to call the sum of the knowledge of all the left twitter. (A very dubious compliment, given the past of the owner of this nickname, the comedy “Sorry for the anxiety” is a spectacularly beaten set of popular conspiracyology in a spectrum from secret societies inside large corporations to a long-practiced intervention in the human genome; do not miss the latest trend of this Djital-Durostan in the wave of recent events: denial of the Holodomor ). But the leitmotif of the “future human intimacy” is truly a terrible no way without any jokes: for more than a century, humanity has been sequentially and methodically weaned from love. Without compressing the framework of the permitted spiritual experience, but literally limiting the bodily, physical possibility of its origin, feelings and transmission.

The main statement of the “post -in -law” is lapidarly: we are our bodies. With whom, despite the situational location in space and time, the last couple (or even all five) centuries cost very cruelly-and first of all the owners of the bodies themselves. And at the same time very unpretentious: through a voluntary refusal to identify with all the many other bodies. Feel that it is time to impose extreme materialism to the author? Go ahead, just keep in mind: the word “atom” and its derivatives are found in Vilisov even less often than “progress”.

If you take up the "post -lover" in a state of extreme fatigue from network life, then think twice. This is not a therapeutic, not healing, not soothing, but frankly high coffee scribbling. It generally does not have a response to a personal request specifically for your body and all its desires. Now look at the pace and numbers of Vilisov sales. It seems that about the lack of a new Kronenberg at the box office you can not be particularly worried: this season citizens of the Russian Federation have their own body-crown.

Who has nothing of his own. "Steel" is a high -precision compilation of a significant part of the critical theory of recent years. Commentary on comments comments. Declaring his goal from the first pages: "It is easy and pleasant to scold capitalism." But in the "post -love" there is not a single correspondence to Zhupel, which was painted by the recently translated " cynical theories ." Instead of a blooming manifestation of a quick occurrence of total utopia under the neon sign of the Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism, you will be met by the last festival.

Vilisov confidently spits everything that you can believe in. Job? The production of lubricants for the World Combine, which always prevails several billion of human bodies. Family? Incubator for the removal of operators of this mechanism. Biological taxonomy? No more than the gloomy fantasies of those who lack human hierarchies. The body is finally? In general, just a gadget. Which would be great to reinstall the operating system.

According to Vilisov, the last half thousand years of human history is the history of disciplinary and corrective technologies of mainly Western civilization. Violence that accompanied their implementation. And the violence that these technologies and their improvement produced and continue to produce. This is where the most interesting lies lies: Vilisov reads this story not as a history of social constructivism. And as a history of bodily regulation, which intensified with the start of the “new course” of Roosevelt, the expansion of women's labor duties as part of the transition of European economies to military rails and the need to free up workplaces for men after the Second World War, having reached a multidimensional apogei along with modern movements for freedom of other bodily, and alien to the heteronormatical order of universal reproduction, and and corresponding social dissatisfaction.

I must say that Vilisov himself is quite merciless in relation to events and processes, which are ordinary in the history of emancipation. The Stonevoll riots, the movement for the legalization of same -sex marriages, is finally sprawling academic discourse - all these are insufficient, and sometimes even strengthening the corporate absorption of the bodies of the incident. What, according to Victor, will be at least necessary for a man of an early future?

The unconditional right to love: the non -violent and caring contact of a single body near any other bodies and all possible in the body of the planet itself. As well as multivariance of such a superposition. But the colorful polymorphic intercourse and dreams of such leisure are waiting for a grandiose bummer that are expecting from the “post -in -law” of colorful descriptions of sophisticated descriptions of sophisticated descriptions. The author advocates simply for the mobile, sincere and full of adventure friendship, capable of gaining the most unexpected form and discovering the unheated (at least personally) beauty of the world and all that things in it.

It’s funny, but, having pulled in the book all the apparent argument on the issue on the issue, Vilisov eventually came to the almost literal apology of epicureism. Moreover, finalized in comparison with the ancient original: without commitment to escapism, but with defending the idea of ​​active inclusion in the development and rudder of publicly accessible and transparent technologies of joint production. Potentially able to eliminate from the lives of our bodies, if not death itself, then the fear of her close shadow.

Victor, of course, will mention that the roots of his co -consumption models are drawn to the time to modernity: to the medieval city commune, to the animistic perspective of permissiveness, to the harmony of prereble biomes. To the complete dissolution of the self. Arguments in defense of the reverse baking of the world and his own charm by him are, of course, good, but. Repeating after the writer of Maggie Nelson the story of Argo (the now widespread quire-metaphor of the body as a ship, during the trip of which the name and essence of the ship remain the same with a complete replacement of worn masts and sides), Vilisov unless a mistake makes a mistake. Like Nelson, quoting Roland Bart about Roland Bart, who confused the story of the first sail of the Hellenes with the Shipwal Ship, a cult evidence of the superiority of human will over tyrannical and divine. Decorated by the statute of limitations, according to Plutarch, but recreated citizens to the Vying Glory of the same evidence.

However, the irony here is more likely, like Argo, the first artificial navigator, as much friend as the command of the team, crowned with the face of the Virgin Pallas, dimensional and indescribable, scolder and haters of the box, and men, and men , returned his memory and chopped alien, passing through the thickness of unfamiliar centuries. Vilisov, alas, sometimes splashes in shallow water. So, admiring magical thinking (exactly as a practitioner: it is permissible because it works) and mentioning the Tarot as at least the diagnosis of personal desires, he does not see in the statement “genitals should be determinederialized. Therefore, everything is a dildo. And everything also becomes a hole ”an alchemical wedding - a millennium mystery of rebirth in Androggin. And speaking of the successful therapeutic use of shulginoids in the development of empathy, it is completely lazy to give a link to any of the many successful clinical research and a list of common contraindications.

Having honored nomadism, the journey of constant transformation, giving a chance not to fall into the long hands of the market and the OK of statistical power (“You can sit still and still be a nomad, because it is a way / process of being”), Vilisov frankly romanticizes the situation of nomadic, illustrating it with the impression of the film “Tabor goes into the sky”, personal experience and classic Western literature in the classics of Western literature. The range from Virginia Wolf to Delaz. But as if he forgets the stories no less exciting and at the same time close to the used theory, put forward by the axiom and his own transformative work.

Stories about the common routes of movement and lines of slipping of vulnerable, but distinct groups: they did not manage to mythologize as it came out with the people of Roma, and moreover, their paths are much more visible for most people compared to the ephemeral confidential circle of the author. Traveling from the studio to the studio of black musicians who have laid all the great depression, Jewish entrepreneurs a little later - with the same goals, but on other roads. Italo-American DJs of time, when the French disco in New York turned into a disco: who remembered stories about the suitcase of parents and cleverly scurrying from the club to the club. Yes, and other inhabitants of not the upper levels of art worlds leading such a life to this day almost anywhere. The quirery of Vilis is the widespread among which is applied more than once or twice - and already without any reverence.

“We are socially isolated, we have the opportunity to manifest ourselves by participating in Pinkvushg of large companies, making humorous shows on the federal channel in the status of a holy fool or leading Twitter for three thousand people; But, as soon as we go into a public sphere with political projects, collectivist gestures, helping another or theory that describes the absurdity of ideology and government policy, the situation automatically becomes unsafe. ” But does it remain safe inside the bubble of creative industries?

In an interview with DJ and activist@ Terry Temlitz,@ s, that after 2017 he practically stopped@ interaction with representatives of the gallery business and art instance. Having explained that such contacts turn out to be nothing more than a waste of time on endless parties combined with negotiations and an active image of politically painted vital activity. Open, socially approved and widespread wider than the rest by the way of violent destruction of the body and any of its resources. We must pay tribute to Vilisov: he is not particularly not going to spend your time personally. But I managed to spend enough of my own.

“Steel” is unlikely to take away you even for a week or at least a day. But he will remind you that reading has become a timeless source of great pleasure precisely due to the unequal exchange of personal hours for the years of other people's experience. Yes, just look at how this book is made. And the next time, do not hesitate to beat off the indentations by half a list and demand from the publisher your legitimate 20% royalties. But you still have some will with more than shake.

The aforementioned Grey Wolves were not too educated, taciturn and, in principle, unpleasant. Not surprising, knowing about their native baldness. To imagine Salford, you do not need to look for reports of social services and dig a cold archive of urban improvement. It is enough to watch the once popular British Ideal series to make a complete picture of the town of Duraleev, where everyone is busy knowing what knows what, but he thinks a lot about himself and hurries to pushes about it in his ears to everyone and everyone. And the inhabitants of this concrete acne are also happy with such a reputation. You begin to understand very well why the “wolves” were fenced off from Salford with the walls of the noise of all colors of the spectrum. They raped a photocopier in tons of non -prudent printing, which was not only pasted out in the nearest fences, but also sent throughout the country. Whose name was not like to pronounce.

Like all other names - people or places - under the third -party collective pseudonym of the “wolves” Death Pact International managed to work a couple of dozens of people. The texts of the tracks “Wolves” made up - when they did not take vocals of ready -made songs and inarticulate voice samples - from short cut lines. "This is not your land and has never been to it." “Calm. Calm off. Happy. " "In awareness - power." They did not experience any illusions about the place of their bodies and the ease of disappearance in the world, consisting of continuous napkins. And they were easily shared by the awareness of this with accessible addressees, depriving them of the conviction that the key to decent coexistence is collective support for individual desires.

Only the "wolves" is the latest from the beginning of the two thousandth. And we are Tuta, in 2022. And if, in order to remind you about the appropriateness of the collective joy of free separation of feelings and thoughts with another body, we already need not even dumb pop culture, but a whole quasi-tower brick, then we simply failed as a species. And when exactly - in this sad post -colonial era or a little earlier - already.

I hope we still have time to fail a little better once.