Timur Kibirov. Ostrovityanov Street. - M .: Club "OGA Project", 1999.
1.0 Timur Kibirov - a tragic poet.
1.1 Timur Kibirov - the most tragic Russian poet of the last ten years (at least, given Brodsky).
1.2 Kibirov’s tragedy is a consequence, for example, even such moves such as rewinding and overwriting of quotes: he has to become a tragic here, if only because the quotes were so fragile that they allow themselves to reinvent.
1.3 The book "Ostrovityanov Street" is also tragic, intensively tragic and even finally tragic.
2.0 is such a post -schematic book. Hopelessness and devastation, few described and therefore experienced. And the book was also published is strange: some kind of notebook black cranks, strange, optional, empty font.
2.1 This is a successful book - because such things are not accidentally obtained, while the design is completely absent in a certain intentional aesthetics and sorrower. It is, as it were, souls, as usual, look from a height at them written letters.
3.0 The tragedy of this book is very ascetic and concise, respectively, death ... "Death" is used not as a romantic phenomenon, but as a cold fact.
3.1 from the above souls, not left by the worlds, people and other tenderness remains below, but individual phonetic bones, all kinds of husks-interjections, fucking-bel (la-la-la-la-blah blah). This, in fact, is written about this, so the whole book is just about the fact that here is all such a husk remains, because everything that left it after itself was not in vain.
4.0 there is a certain point of view of the author, which - if he is so dead here - died very strange. He does not remember, does not grieve, but simply fixes these small details of death. The publication corresponds: the circulation is not indicated and there is no order number. Black crankshaft smells sweet.
4.1 such tragic books are always written extremely rarely. Now indicate something at least approximately similar that would have appeared within ten years.
4.1.1 This book is a cycle that is very close to Tyutchev's Denisievsky. But in this case, mourning, recalling not a loved one, but a kind of departed Eon.
4.2 mourning and recalling: these dead cigarette butts exist in a particular field of experiences. So, after all, this is right, otherwise - in complete cold - there would be a pathological deception.
5.0 so this is such a death as a hedgehog: he was a hedgehog, forgot how to breathe and died. I remembered - I went on.
PS on the web of kibirov is most fully represented by Vad.Vad : the poems "In general, we lived well ...", "Our Tanya cries loudly ...", "On the rivers of the Babylonian moaning ...", "He lived well in England! ..", "How Nabokov and Byron wander ...", "The young man is pale, in the seal of the emerging ...", "Poetry! - ...", "Objectivity! For the sake of ... "entered" Ostrovityanov Street. "
There are also Kibirov on the page of Maxim Ushakov (there are some texts that Gushchin does not have, for example, the poem "Through Farewell Tears").