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The postmodernism is over, forget
How does it all begin? The artist comes up with a new chip, which is not clear why and who needs it. But if the chip is strong - others begin to use it, lend themselves to its influence and also include it in their world (play classics, talk on equal terms with Brueghel, Velazquez, Tolstoy, play with the concepts of good and evil - cool!)
And now the chip becomes fashionable, it begins to work not only at art exhibitions, where few go. It goes further - into design, style of clothing, journalism style (when it is about what), lifestyle - and a new value system, a new hierarchy is gradually being built.
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In the modernist paradigm it was simple: “New - the old” (the new one is better - the old worse). Great progress came from this (movement from old to new), its infinity. Modernism tried to “improve” life - without its holistic vision. Take a piece and - "That's how it should!" (liberalism). Take separately morality (mobility), separately color, separately composition (Suprematism), separately mysterious (surrealism), etc. Separately, the economy ... Separately human rights ... Separate security ... In practice, of course, this always led to a complete mess, but the motive of modernism was quite peaceful - to explain to the fools how it should.
Then at some point it comes: it is useless to teach fools - and the desire to “improve” comes to a change of the desire to “improve”: to have fun. The idea of endless progress, endless artistic “-images” always ends with boredom (it becomes too lazy to monitor the novelties), and I want to start joking over everything (Sotsart). Those. The designers, by inertia, developed a flight program to distant planets, invented rockets - and the artists have already begun to laugh, thereby putting the sentence.
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The hierarchy is “better-worse”, “above-nizhe” ended.
Postmodernism is when it is no longer important: invented yesterday or 100 years ago. The main thing is how you played with this, how did you turn it in a new way? The only landmark is not "what?" (everything can be), not "how?" (what's the difference), but "who?" For example, anyone can pour tablets into a glass cabinet, but only those lockers in which the artist D. Hurst poured tablets cost a million. At the same time, it is impossible to compare his cabinets with Brueghel paintings: everything is “interesting in its own way.” And Bruegel, and Savras, and Sidorov, and Hurst - all artists. It is impossible to compare, I repeat, not culturally. (I wanted to say: not cultural from the point of view of modern culture).
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You can start a war, but call it "forced to peace." And if the country bombs the right “who” is good, there are no questions. And if “who” is wrong, then even if you are killed with a civilian population under the ruins - all the same, a bastard, it cannot even be compared with the “peacekeeper” in the body armor (the work of Herst is given a new attitude to reality).
Not art, not politics, not goods, not products, but the production of very expensive brands: “Elections”, “Democracy”, “Coca-Cola”, “Freedom”. The meanings were separated from the words, and the words turned into labels with which you can play-play anywhere.
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Good - bad ... Who are you to judge?
Beautifully - ugly ... They do not argue about tastes.
Smart - stupid ... And maybe this is specially “stupid”, and not just stupid.
Any statement exists only in its own framework, and everything has the right.
(More recently, I also thought so, while I was inside postmodernism).
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I remember really liked Tarantino's “criminal fiction”. And people from the hall left dozens, annoyed - what kind of film is this? Why is this nonsense? Who is this idiot (I) laughs so loudly? And I just laughed to the hiccups, this is Ta-wrand-and-and-no!
Actually, now humor has reached everyone else, that's all.
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On the coast of Italy, the passenger liner "Costa Concordia" drowned. The captain sat in the boat first until panic began and there are free places - and goodbye. I can imagine how he laughed at the same time with his girlfriend - approximately how I am on a “criminal reading”:
- And you remember- pressing with laughter,- “The captain leaves the ship last,” kh-kh-kh!
“We are captains, but we are not suckers!” (laughter in the hall)
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I would like to feel what was left of the hierarchy, after postmodernism was dazzling on it, what things survived and why:
Well, of course, he would have rushed to save his child, risking his life (continuing the family stronger than postmodernism).
And now a neighbor in the entrance is a question (postmodernism is stronger).
Alien child - perhaps (years up to seven).
Some relative, maybe.
And there are experts that are harmful to the old woman, what should I risk my life for her?
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Even if you don’t risk your life, but just climb into cold water: you’ll probably grab a runny nose, then walk with snot for a week, horror: your eyes are flowing, your eyes are watery, you can’t really sleep, and also a cough ... (His own act, its beauty weighs nothing - heroes singing antiquity, not postmodernism).
In general, what is worse (I feel hierarchy): my own runny nose, or the death of an unfamiliar person?
Or a completely unfamiliar (I remove another weight from a cup of scales).
Or a foreigner, generally some Asian speaking in an incomprehensible language?
Or Russian, compatriot (add weight?)
Or is it a runny nose?
And on TV, football, the English Premier League ... And if the finale (another 1.5 kg-Bems!) And “ours” play (another 5 kg-OPA!) And to escape from this final to save, freeze, runny nose ...
Yes, it’s simple: I'm going about my business, I go, I don’t touch anyone, but here is a fire! And I have business, who will do them for me?!
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I wonder if anyone will be, if anything, to save any of you, at least sacrificing something? And if so - why, Umberto Eco read?
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The idea of postmodern finally mastered the masses: “Anyway”, “all are equal”, and there are no reliable concepts for life. There is only a need to have fun (it is difficult to get distracted without meaning). And the fear of fear from here: fear of not getting these entertainment. Do not earn. Fear of being in a situation (get sick) when entertainment suddenly turns out to be inaccessible, because there is nothing more in life.
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The idea of postmodern became dominant (as Baroque, Rococo, Classicism, etc.) - it has already reached the plumbers who do not care, to the werewolf police officers, to the teachers - but it was at that moment that she lost her art, became banal. And, therefore, she stopped giving birth: “inglorious bastards” Tarantino could not watch to the end - boredom.
In a situation of a universal stalk, a total KVN-a artist, only unbearable seriousness can inspire.
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And then a new chip appears = a new era begins.
Actually, it has already come (even though no one sees it besides artists).
Good morning!