Translated material
STILL DISCOURSE
Subjects :
DM and GSP (DM)
Nastya, Ekata
cathedral Vasily (grew up in the barn of religious postmodernist parents)
?! (parodying the voice of another: whoever is simpler, just like God, to return to the opposition)
Alexander (his son)
Part 1. Still
Coffee shop. Small tables. A light bulb hangs above each one.
One
Ekata : In short, I listened to podcasts, and there a girl said that she often thought about modern communication, and all the colors and words fell on her, like advertising in the nineties in Moscow. The street was still not visible from behind her. And she said that she no longer has the strength to solve the problem of objectification, and everyone is crying that it is not clear whether it is necessary to focus on oneself or whether it is better not to delve into oneself in all the senses of individualization, because it supports capitalism, and something new is brewing in our country, well, there is something about objectification
Soborny Vasily: Face to face
Nastya: And you can’t sit on your face
Alexander: You can’t see your face
Soborny Vasily: Mm, top, at the next table they are talking about history. And there - about design and Russian wines. Close the coffee shops - gatherings of humanists, avant-garde forces who cannot see each other.
Nastya: So what, what avant-garde forces? Here you are, you hear their conversation, turn around, smile. They look and are surprised. Like wow, we’re not the only ones who understand something about sensory perception. What's your problem?
Two
Ekata: What do you mean? You wrote it, you read it, it makes me uncomfortable. What the hell, I don't even know what.
Nastya: Well, Katya, let’s go right away. It is to predict a voice without knowing, to set a framework. I wonder how you will understand me out loud, right away.
Ekata: Abstract shit, okay. Mine another time.
The moth dried up and melted. Sasha, I like you. Your shirt flies up like a curtain, you pick strawberries in wide Soviet shorts and rustle your butt in the bushes. The sun spits on the tablecloth, rubbing itself against the walls. Hey, beauty, maybe stop putting a barrel under someone's sperm? I will be kind to the warm leaves, to the reflections on the trunks - if you drink old tea instead of sparkling tea and take chak-chak.
Nastya: Well, Katka, how do you like it?
Ekata: What the hell is Katka, are you okay? The thing about panties is not my thing, it’s ugly, but it’s actually very cute. But what does Sasha have to do with it?
Nastya: The main thing is that it’s not about you, you wouldn’t forgive me for my panties, but Sasha is so, I deconstruct gender, he still won’t understand.
Three
Alexander: Don't touch my hand. Katya, don't, let's not touch each other. Why do you need this?
Ekata: Wait, but what then?
Alexander: Do you need a body? Are you okay? I already touched it today, I don’t want to anymore.
Ekata: Why did you come to me if you don’t want to?
Alexander: Enough, you can satisfy any of your feelings without hurting another person. You know, without hurting? Each one will have her own peace and feelings. And you, damn it, why the hell are you bothering and swearing, everything is not enough for you, oh you fucking bitch.
Ekata: Sasha, I’ll cum now. My sweet, good one, he turned so red, his eyes were so animalistic. Yes, you love me, Sasha. You’re angry, some kind of cringe - you took it somewhere or made it up.
Alexander: The system is smarter a priori. She will set everything up perfectly. Everyone believes in something: in a trend, in experience, in God, who is a woman, in positive changes, disappearing hunger, caring for the poor, the sick, and I believe that artificial intelligence will master all this, customize not only advertising for us, even create a non-toxic sweet mother. In the meantime, I don’t know how and why to waste myself, I’m so tired. Look, do you think I'm more of a Zet or a Millennial?
Ekata: Oh my God, why are you so stupid. Needs must be satisfied through effort. Well, we, Sasha, are animals, created like this. Otherwise you won't finish. Nothing good.
Alexander: What is good anyway?
Ekata: Sasha, but Egorka is all about irony, pain, do you think he was happy? Well, let's say cats are smarter than humans. And does a cat live better with a person?
Alexander: Fuck, man didn’t invent a cat for himself, like we do AI.
Ekata: Okay, I’m not a programmer, I won’t go into that. I don't know how you can defend something you don't understand. Male education. In short, Sasha, why are you being stubborn, your reaction to this has already begun a long time ago.
Alexander: The worse, are you serious? I have conscious consumption. This is all in the context of the development of civilization. Everything is balanced.
Ekata: Just like the food your cat had in childhood and in these dishes of yours. What a lethargic cat she was, Sasha. This is all good, my love, but I still want to suffer, if it’s not programmed.
Alexander: You suffer in a programmed way. I don’t know how stupid you have to be to not understand determinism in the age of algorithms.
Ekata: Goodbye, Alexander, pixel onanist.
Four
Nastya: Katya?
Ekata: Yes. Sit down at the table while I get us some coffee. What will you be funneling on?
Nastya: Well, Kenya...Rwanda, I don’t know. OK. Maybe we can talk?
Katya: Wait, I can’t do it yet. Yes, I called you, but I don’t think it’s necessary.
Nastya: Okay. Let's do it this way then. Let's pretend that you've already said what you want. I don’t care at all whether you are able to decide on this or not. I don't care. Just listen.
I don't
You said "I'm not"
Of course you don't.
You know what?
I don't
You just prayed to my faith in you.
"Because no one else
“And how is it possible
"You
"And it seems that it will be so
" No fucking way.
Now I’ll just be me.
Me myself. There's a lot of me without you.
(talk about it, keep quiet - you and I are not friends).
Just alone
Satan.
wife and wife
Simply a toxic relationship. Kindergarten.
She made me eat your semolina porridge in exchange for my sweets. Sorry.
I want something sweet.
And you are fresh.
All the salt from your eyes
I licked it.
Are you Lisa? - you ask.
Yes.
And you are a roar
cow -
(I consider anything beautiful, negative is a sin. It’s all about your mooing - vegan hymns of the Rig-Vedas).
Hare already, Krishna.
Renounced the formidable nature
And emptiness.
I gave crosses to everyone.
And dropped it
From above.
So what? And I am Lisa.
I am God's oath
You are Yana, you are the same mercy.
I swear, my dear, no
Nothing
disgusting me and you.
Because it’s not the person’s name...
And man is a name.
In general, who will choose whom (unfortunately, ergo - will fuck).
However, nothing new.
And probably in vain.
You say: “Well, nothing is clear at all.
Well, glory
God."
You're just pretending. I chose Alexandra.
Lord, you have always been a victim, spread out across the country, speaking on behalf of the kingdom. Do you hear me, queen? You were left with an agreement on your right to rule
The so-called
Goodbye
Ekata: Why Yana? Who is Lisa? Why me?
Nastya: Well, what kind of questions, what difference does it make, names here don’t mean anything at all. Also, tell me that I simply wrote this - about you and me.
Ekata: How can I explain it to you... Nastya, well, as much as possible. I would teach you better not to see your continuation in the bodies close to your hand. And it’s like you died inside me.
Yes, you were shot at me! You know, the bible of my childhood - a VK page, my mother’s esotericism, letters on dry sheets, in Soviet holiday printing, about how everything is one and every picture unites humanity at least a little, because it speaks in the form of an imperative: to feel! Therefore, everyone must bend their back under it. So I want you to understand me.
Nastya: And I just love you, because you contain me, my nerve endings, finger batteries, your blood pulsates under the pressure of my hands and blows
hearts.
Ekata: I said that I couldn’t love any of my Tinder matches, because I was afraid to love, only to stroke, squeeze, and live. And love is scary, completely out of place, what will you do to me (and to me), honestly?
?!: Society is self-regulated by love and altruism - and this is the best vector of development, with the exception, of course, of masturbation instead of shameful masturbation.
Ekata: But it doesn’t matter to me.
Favorite series, 100% immersion, scorching reality glasses, it hurts - right to the heart.
It’s so good for me to be vulgar, to despise myself and you, you are my gilty pleaser - this is the formula for new sincerity: to feel, to believe in feelings, nothing else. And to remember how conditioned and meaningless everything is - the main thing is to take a place in your perception of the world, taking into account upbringing, culture and developed childhood triggers.
Nastya: Fuck, I have meditation tomorrow.
Ekata: And what is more important for your self-development, emotional, whatever, hygiene?
?!: would it be healthier to stay?
Five. Children, confession in the bar
Ekata (to mom) : Mom, I’m very cold - and I’m branding you in a hot white room. In the white cube room we see everything in lowercase letters (we are equal, even if - caps). You even have a big one (well, of course, that’s right now). I just switched the button.
My poor Komsomol member, your name is Marina, you wanted to, but no, not Tsoi. I teach myself: be yourself, but only very deep people who are so beautiful and talented have the right to life, and even if they are not, they are proud of it, and what does not mean at all, and even if they are not proud, then a person is valuable in himself, the main thing is that he must say so, otherwise we do not understand that she is good and that we should consider her good: what if he wishes us death, then we also wish her death. So if you are silent and cannot be seen, you do not exist. In general, we don’t wish death on anyone. We love everyone because there is a lot: it is several times one at a time, and even we are actually two selves.
MY MOTHER, OUR FEELINGS ARE. MOST. MAIN. This is empathy.
even if the Disney cartoon taught that the main thing is to be heroes, and most importantly, to be free and cheerful, it doesn’t matter: the main thing is to be. Mom, existentialism is alive!
because #Ifeel
Each letter sparkles with a thousand starry freckles, the reflection of the evening sky on your lover's skin, traces of an awkward kiss on plastic glasses when she wanted to hit her temple. Or better yet, in the pubis.
with a white monitor screen in the background
it has pixels, rainbow pixels
But
mom I'm afraid of the color white
I'm afraid of not feeling anything.
there are so many words and pictures in the world
I mean they may not exist
Mom I'm going blind
ma
mom: And this, daughter, is what is called freedom.
Nastya:
Mom, tell me I'm good. Tell. Say exactly that. Don’t say something incomprehensible and unnecessary, even if I’m kinda a loser, since childhood I touched stones in a leafy language, told them about God walking on water - based on a large sample, it is understood as a meme.
Mom: I care too. who didn't?
Vasily:
They press their foreheads to the iPhone: they are looking for their freedom.
they save what they believe in and believe in their saves.
save and preserve etc, boys, girls
God turned off postmodernism.
and we started looking at the screen
loved glass programs
and a beaten opposition.
our children don’t have to laugh at the binaries of old eras.
they put it opposite zero
an endless variety of photos, sounds and words
and windows
believe in a happy future again
where every individuality is infinitely needed by everyone
and the authorities are tolerantly kind
and there are no resources
except ethical products.
something seems wrong.
again it hurts to the point of bleeding and we need to talk about social things.
and what to do about it now?
teach to be Lenin or at least
well you know who
They do, but I don’t know.
Six
exhibition
Nastya: Tag yourself in Munch’s painting. It’s you who scream just like that, when the night, stuffiness, deadlines, glass, plastic, film photography covers your eyes with film and you go blind, and things in you take on their own outline, if before the mess didn’t interfere, because a cup is the idea of a cup and the future of delicious tea, a pen is an idea of a pen, and so on, but ideas don’t collect dust... and then all these ideas take on their tangible form, and you’re suffocating, you you'll die in this trash.
Vasily: I'm going to die. Yes, I need death. Since we’re at a hype exhibition, you’re hinting at Kant, come on, listen, okay.
Our postmodernists knew that there was no truth, so they left their children with a TV where they broadcast anything and everything. Well, they threw books into a pile. Bronte, Goethe, fucking Shakespeare. This is the source of my worldview. Epistles of the Holy Fathers, fortune telling, Alex Axler, Robinson Crusoe. Nina the alchemist, Khrushchev's corn. Nobles. Grandmother reading the Koran. Grandfather Chernyshevsky. And even in the circle of new cosmopolitans, it became clear to him that there was only blue fog and deception. And in Russian culture, Christ. This is how the body grew.
Nastya: you and I are worse than Katya. You're even more pussy, and most importantly, very flat.
Houses
Nastya:
You're like Tinder: my s (k)uka.
Right to left.
Such a thing...
You won't stay the same as always.
I'm your perfect lover.
I put my pussy on you.
Put your dick on me.
Give everything you have to your father.
Well, kiss mommy.
Are you cumming?
It's scary to reread
How often have I mourned with my fingers?
And wiped away the tears of the body,
On the folds of your end.
Vasily:
Isn't that what you asked fate for?
Shove the fleshy end into you?
Don't be surprised, there will be sperm in the world,
First for life, then for prayer.
You love to fuck and create codes
And believe in the best: in the victory of intellect.
You, girl, are as beautiful as the comments.
Like the mentos that the cops scattered.
Nastya:
Love and chew. I just don't care
your next arguments:
you just rewind years of tape to say: freedom is us.
Vasily:
Well, calm down, stop, everything has already been filmed.
Art is outdated. You yourself
you tell me that there is a new psychiatrist
from searching for some way
He will prescribe you new pills.
And there is a way, that Putin - let him burn.
Why do you care that I'm a patriarchal ass? The discourse is still changing. Invest, fight - if everything is the same - me, the articles or Katka the beauty.
Nastya: Vasenka, I like you. From Zeus's sperm the goddess of love will be born, and from wine - back to water. Licking your capitalist catharsis, I hope for the apocalypse.
Seven
Ekata: Love your hand, which continues in the one that loves you.
?! : fingering is an inferior sexual act
Ekata: You're wrong. You're kind of wild. The main thing is pleasure. Have you gone completely wrong with your words? Didn’t you have postmodernism?
?! : Katya doesn’t like sphinxes and naked riddles
Nastya (?!): Yes, that’s right, her bare bottom is covered in the streaks of a cat’s whip. I asked the Kuklachev Circus not to touch the cats with fingers.
(To Ekata): Katya, you are alone here, push your predatory instinct, we are honest with each other. I’ll stroke you - all of you, rubbing against my leg. An outstretched hand in a solution of lumps of pain, you shake an open fist, you flow out.
Ekata: I demand that animal abuse be allowed.
Nastya: Now say thank you.
?! : meta- and master-of our systems is just to breathe: ↓, ↑
Part 2. Discourse
Eight
Nastya:
My girl's heart is in a slippery condom. For you it will be ribbed, for me it will be simply powerless.
Vasily: Has it finally broken?
Nastya: But there is truth and trauma behind it
Vasily: Your ex-scratcher retells the concept of tolerance
Nastya: Did you find out about her yesterday?
Vasily: He prays to the new icons - in which, in place of the frame, there is a scale developed by Kinsey.
Nastya:
The theory of degenerates (fuck, sorry, stigmatization).
She will be refuted in an article tomorrow, but she won’t believe me.
I say: “Darling, everything is more complicated than our sick heart.”
My dear doesn’t believe me - we send each other to the landfill, waste-free recycling.
I have a dead God complex, I’m the same child. And I need something else.
Vasily:
But I don’t need someone else’s warmth and planetary body.
All this is my longing for something bright.
Absurd.
I can't do that yet
Nastya:
Darling, now -
By faith.
Go endure
because it's absurd?
don't dissolve.
I'll be a plantation.
they will wear me down
(with high wages)
mechanisms of socialism
technology fingers,
There will be no pain in this world
there will be no Freud,
no wild castration -
general feminization.
Contradictions of globalization
one day they'll stop fussing
and just break
How is your connection with me?
And there will be new people
And it will be
Vasily: Well, stop mocking me already. Aren't you tired of yourself? You can’t hear God like that. Sorry, I’m like a brother - spiritual, without any attachment.
Nastya: When you speak, you don’t use lubricant at all.
Nine
Ekata: Oh my God, the coffee shop is roaring again
Nastya: Increased acidity! Changing your taste like that is not hypocrisy?
Ekata:
What did you say, sincere theatricality?
Yes, I decided everything myself, I’m grateful for the rest.
Dostoevsky said that humility is the future underground?
No, honey, you told me that.
In any case, it's nonsense.
I go to a psychologist, I understand more and live consciously.
I broke out of the constraining patterns.
Nastya: not like Vasya and I, right?
Ekata: I respect any other nation
Nastya: hundred and fiftieth world. Because free people think that this is necessary, decent and nice.
Ekata: It's all about - my - freedom. No need to get attached. Focus on sensations, build personal boundaries - and then relationships.
I'm not a reference point.
I'm not a point.
And not a countdown.
I am different, I am me, and no one has the right to define me.
Only me myself
Nastya: Only I have others to develop guidelines
Ekata: You never learn to listen. I am not one of you who believe in something abstract, external. Let's say that all the concepts, but I learned mine at a session with a psychologist. Yes, honestly. And you talk about the “bodily” like cruel fools from the Middle Ages.
Nastya: And there is no kind, there is only me, in which now...sorry
Ekata : Yes, you interrupted me again.
Nastya: I want to speak briefly, joke about love, but I can’t find the right words. Now I would say: “Ekata” and not worry about the crucified one, but this does not require strength.
Ekata: Well, go ahead, read, read whoever you wanted, and I’ll go. I'm still not close, and I want to finish this.
Nastya: How did you understand that I would read? It doesn’t even matter that you’re joking: like, very contextual, disgustingly religious, unlike you, conscious materialists - in elaborate tears.
Ekata: Of course you don’t expect it when you look at everything from bottom to top, thinking that it’s from above.
Nastya: As if it were just me.
?! : You can hold an orange in your hands, call it the same, but you don’t care about the orange and what speaks in you, you’d rather be on your own.
Ekata: Oh mai, who taught you that?
Nastya: I don’t know. We shared an orange...But why is he talking about God now?
Ekata: He's recording you for now.
Nastya: What kind of texts were they given to him? The quality seems to be so-so?
Ekata: But to the point and to the point, not like you. Well, come on already.
Nastya: Okay. “Slave psychology is able to understand the relationship to God only as subordination; it keeps imagining enslavement, since it is internally unfree... To make oneself one’s strongest desire, to recognize oneself as one’s last goal, means to destroy oneself.”
Еката: Поздравляю, говоришь не своими словами — и просто меня тэгнула. Что с тобой сделала эта религия? Я думала, ты свободная, смелая.
Настя: К черту твой культ контекста и силу стихийного стиля. Я хочу понять человека, называя его имя. Моя вера обусловлена страхом, а твой атеизм трахом — триста лет все так просто, милая.
Еката: А если серьезно, ты мое рабство…
Настя: Считаю свободным. Как и ты мое.
Еката: Ну и все. Настя, так долго, я даже не все слушала, прости, я пойду, меня уже не хватает.
Nastya:
Да, ты права, токсично.
?! :
Зачем было бить пакетом в шершавые стены?
Да, раздражает пластик — значит срочно в переработку: отношения не разлагаются, не надо долбиться, снова мешать соседям.
Настя: Это все так невкусно. Положи в компостную яму, а пакетик — в нужную урну.
?! : Мы, Катя, будем жить — но только экологично.