"Increase Kagl to the old people"

A groin about the crooking of Russian classics, literary swinging and the funeral of the book

Sergey Pakhomov (groin) - artist, musician and artist. On the Internet, he became a meme in connection with the role of the “Green Elephant” in the old film, but the field of his activity goes far beyond this image: Pakhom’s paintings were exhibited at the Saatchi London Gallery and the New York Museum of Solomon Guggenheim; He gives lively concerts and exercise lectures, on which the energy of the subconscious beats with the key; He worked as an art director of glossy magazines, starred in the Battle of Psychics television show, collaborates with Valeria Gai Germanic and plays in the Theater.Doc-the number of places where he uses his eccentric forces for a long time. Gorky talked with the artist about the writers-cribs, reading as therapy and the one with whom the books are waging war today.

What are your very first memories of books?

This is an important point that is set and established - maybe even summarily set both forcedly installed or even involuntarily set and involuntarily installed. You can’t speak in the light of today's reality that I read, that is, I read in the present tense. It is very important what exactly read. If we talk about the interaction with books-some kind of lyrical, sensual condition-this is all in the past, it was precisely “read”. Now I have not read books for many years. And in general today this book thing is a little different. Rather, the book is like an image, like wisdom. And directly to drive the pupils on the page - I personally have no such years. Moreover, in the evening I do not see well - even the physiological process of reading is quite strange.

What about audiobooks?

I don’t listen to audiobooks either, I don’t read electronic. I am so poisoned by the rotten triple, eight meanings that I can’t even read, because I see some kind of cream. One thing is written, and I read completely different. For example, on an airplane in the Aeroflot magazine on the Mongolian I am more meanings (it seems to me, because I, of course, are deceived) than in any other. Or in some digers, short, clumsy texts. My consciousness is already very powerfully perverted. If we talk about childhood, like all children with large heads, I had a fantastic world of the book, a jump into parallel reality, expansion of consciousness, psychedelic experience. I remember how I went through the day: I went to school, then ran home, cooked food for myself, with this food I read books for several hours, then fled to an art school, then read it again. I was a pathological read. I read reading.

What authors did the pathology begin with?

Naturally, I liked ****** [show -off]. Therefore, I demanded a book that is not according to the rank, but in the library they said: you can’t yet. The invisible man was not given when he was in the second grade. It pulled, in general, to the obscene. Another point that he also visited, probably, is all the disappointment in the authors who are outdated: Hemingway, Remarque and so on. Things, at the age of fifteen, seeming the limit of perfection, thoughts, clarity, turn out to be ridiculous inflated shells.

Remember what parents read?

Mom always loved the classics. But I was scared from this. I was very scared by the teacher in childhood - said that every year she rereads Tolstoy. This is a counter: every year it reminds itself once again that she will die under an inhuman fence with this Tolstoy. “Every year”, “I look at him in a new way”-this ***** [garbage], some whirlpool with thick, classics, dogmas, all this ***** [garbage], where there is no book as such, but there are “images of Tolstoy”, “Pushkin's images”. They also re-read every year, they still open something, they move something about the soul, tenderness-all this is vile, which actually explains the stupidity of the Russian people. Stupidity as an aesthetic component does not even work here - it is stupidity in its pure form, abomination and meanness.

That is, the school for you, like most, instilled antipathy to the classics.

Certainly!

Tolstoy, Dostoevsky ...

No, Dostoevsky was pleasant. He has ******* [show -off], ********* [show -off] author. The same as Gogol, but this one is still musical. He has musical ****** [show -off], so he is more organic. At Dostoevsky ****** [show -off] with fish bones, I just want to spit out.

Who else is included in the canon-****** [show-off]?

Of course, Zoshchenko includes the canon-****** [show-off]. He also has ugly opuses. Chekhov is monstrously read. All these are crooked. In general, the word is a vile thing. The vile space of the word that can still be killed ... You can kill in a word if you write a denunciation: such and such stole this and that, I ask you to shoot. This can be killed. In the Russian, Soviet and post -Soviet space, fakes are imposed on the greatness of the word. And also verbal dysfunction. I had a lot of experience-in Soviet times I worked as a designer-designer at the factory. The players there with words completely disavowed the concept of the word as such. You write the word in large letters - it acquires a new meaning, but in fact there remains the same ****** [garbage] as it was. Though small, at least scramble on the diamond.

Therefore, Russian literature, the word as such - is for a scientific tradition that is developed in Europe. Factography, who went where, who gave to whom, who sucked from whom, who wrote something. It is interesting to English inquisitive academic consciousness. But I don't. The word itself is uninteresting: it is soiled, it has disappeared, but it is also vice versa - croiling.

That is, away from word -socialism?

Yes. I am more interested in a wave, conditions, moments: a book, hands, ergonomics of a book, a book the size of a face, with a head - these important things. A blow to a book, sour books, prohibited, permitted. The book is like such a blot. Well, in general, this is a comedy, ***** [damn]: read - you will become smarter. Mockery.

Why?

Read in search of wisdom is a shame. This is ****** [trick]: read - you will become smarter, read - you will become thinner. The world consists of another. From some telephone conversations: yes, no, no. Like in American films. There is no culture as such. Talking about culture ennobles the conversational environment, but in fact there is nothing either. There is some kind of fart, oil, fat, discharge.

But it’s more interesting to talk about books than farting.

Of course. But you can talk about books as a fart.

Where is the line between the book as a psychedelic experience and a period of the Perthezh?

The line is blurred in time - there it is located there. In this course where there is a past, present and future, or rather, where there is nothing of this.

So, you grow up, you become frozen and books stop working?

No, not you. You are not changing, but the world around you. And you remain the same. Non -insignificance.

Let's go back to ...

I can return! I had such a formula for a long time: I have a reading as entertainment. If you are an intellectual, your entertainment is highly intellectual, if not an intellectual - non -intellectual, grassroots, folklore. I liked the books that entertained. If I read and laughed in a voice, that's good. And I do not laugh in the voice - bad.

What did you laugh at the age of twenty?

Twenty from Akutagawa was very funny. I especially liked the story “Batate Porridge” about how the monk soared his nose and squeezed out of it. Very good. Twenty -five laughed from Mamleev.

Now I don't want to re -read Mamleev?

Now uninteresting. Not because I am a self -propelled boar, but I am really smug boiling. But I am not to blame for this - I am a victim, a victim of the process of eventfulness, life. Now you understand that a miracle has gone like gas through the ground. Therefore, you need to mourn the books. Conduct a book funeral. No wonder they are similar to the stoves of the grave.

Who knows, if Mamleev is included in the school curriculum, suddenly a miracle will return?

Maybe. Depends on the teacher. The research beginning is good: where the legs grow from, Mamleev’s contexts. It's nice to study. You smoke samples - and suddenly it turns out that they are cooler in imagery, madness, integrity, quintessence of thought.

Was he fond of philosophers?

No, I didn't like it. All that others loved, I refused the principle. The only thing, Benjamin liked: about the soul of thoughts, Moscow trip. And philosophers who are not philosophers at all, but writers: Camus, Sartre. Which have a word work, a way. Well, the hype around you, which is also nice. But now books as reading do not exist for me. Unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately. Or it is nothing.

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Would you like to live the life of some writer? Literary hero?

Hero - of course. It's like a trip, TRIP is always interesting. And the writer is an ungrateful lesson. Like any artist, he is a terrible egoist, the sufferer sees all shit. This is the destiny of a good writer. Therefore, the writer is so unpleasant. The deeper it digs, the deeper it is infected. An endless listening to himself makes a terry egoist. He already sees nothing, except for his own harness, its movements and comparisons of this harness with cosmic bodies flying.

In the image of which hero would try?

Would move between them. Only literary swing. This is the power. This is explained by the fear of death: the more lives you live, the more you delay the final moment of your last station, where all the books will merge into one. Such a jump on the characters. On this subject there was a wonderful book on radio recordings of Creus and Mints - "On the Wave of the famous captains." A very good project, correct, Semitic, penetrating into Soviet reality.

That is, it went by itself: the world has grown old, the books have been old, and you decided to exclude them from your life.

No, I'm not so decisive. It just happens. Maybe the return will be. But this has already become a habit, alas: lack of books, time. The time has changed somehow. I treated the book as salvation. I remember sitting a lonely, unnecessary in New York, and here is some kind of book-the same Mamleev, the publishing house “The Third Path”, or something. You read - and it becomes easier. The book like therapy is pleased to me. Like food. And spirituality, all this ***** [garbage] I hate. I love physiology, putrence - it seems to me real. Old age, sagging, that's all.

If books have stopped working like therapy, what replaced them?

There is a moment of critical consciousness. If you turn it off, the book rushes. And sometimes you turn on a critical consciousness-and you see that it is imperfect, it could be better, here Pepperstein did not work out, underwent, it was necessary to sit a little longer. Therefore, now therapy is more physiological: walks, tambourine. I now have a period of deafening, the interviews of Tolstoy, Pedoltovsky, Retoltovsky. There is no critical discourse for me. Training has passed, you do not need to compare yourself with anyone. Cargoes, obligations fell off. Very joyful.

But books still before old age can provide therapy. Say, Choran hid in the attic up to eighty years and only did what he read ...

Borges in his heel!

... So taking a book as a therapist is just a good way not to turn into the teacher who waddled in thick.

Or Mendel-Bukinist can be remembered. Sowing with the book as fraining with skill. The red -breeder with plywood is fraught with, the reader - turns into a bookworm. It all depends on which egregor you give strength. I’m a clone: ​​you need to destroy this stereotype. Although, of course, no one needs and should not. I do not like to say "necessary." But there is a stereotype - the sacralization of the book - which turns into a dummy, emptiness. There is a theory of units: one spoon, one fork, one pillow - and one book. You open a book - and there are different things all the time. But she is alone. This moment is very important. The moment of receiving gracious information, or maybe not receiving information, but falling into a transition.

You can, of course, believe that the books are alive. Both a billion cats from a grandmother from Little Flour - and a billion books. Such, sitting, library, physiology associated with volatile particles, leather bindings. But the book cliché was gone. In Soviet times, the book was a marker of inaccessibility: some subscriptions, waste paper, I was worried about this fuss around the books. And the love of a Russian person, fortunately, read and became smarter - this is ***** [garbage]. Like a bike about Rasputin, who put notes under the pillow, which ministers to shift, and in the morning they moved automatically. Faith in a miracle, on the stove around the world in eighty days with Ivanushka. The same book: I’ll run to the book, buy a book, I will see everything there - the worlds of illusions! From the same it becomes more sad: there are some worlds, and even illusions.

So, after all, illusions are wonderful, without them it would be boring.

Well sadness, sadness from this.

Well, the book is necessary - or not, or you can - desacralize. But the 21st century has already desacked everything. They read not books, but memes. Or, for example, in the West, publishers are monitoring users of readers. So many people did not read to such and such a chapter-the publishers will hint to the author to continue to write brush. The book is no longer a grave slab - going on the Internet, it ...

Snown! I am already like this with her [ catching the air with a hand ]. Even speaking of the book, we are now inside it.

Exactly. But this is a threatening situation.

Naturally. There was a sect of scribes, a community of books lovers - as a community of lovers of lute music. It is fine, it will also exist - well, good. It looks like the Old Believers. Their book is the main accessory. If you go to the Old Believers, he has everything in books. Even if he ***** [does not understand anything either in the Old Believers or in books. I watched several people from the Upper Class: as they became Old Believers, they immediately had books. But the curiosity itself has gone, instead of it now - blur, watercolor. Perhaps it is necessary to forcibly catch people and burn books on their backs. Of course, now a big battle is taking place for the book. You need to take the side and fight.

Whose side are you on? In this struggle, it is impossible to just back the memes. They also have their own wisdom, therapeutic potential.

Certainly. Based on communication with people, authors, readers, I can say only one thing: now it’s hard to write books and it’s hard to read. The situation is non -cica, roughly speaking. There is no euphoria characterizing miracle. Writing the book is hard, during this time you can perform much more productive in other forms. An ungrateful thing: to cut some Pushkin scholarship, sitting in Berlin on the ass, to write-hemorrhoids. It's hard. And it is also hard to read. The meme is much easier to penetrate you - like a genol.

It is not necessarily the Pushkin scholarship in Berlin, you can according to a recipe for some Bukovsky, in poverty.

But this is a huge mistake. Each writer is from his time. There is no Bukovsky anymore and cannot be in our reality. Therefore, nothing is “possible” - in life everything happens spontaneously and not subject to.

Did you have euphoria from writing?

In connection with the Battle of Psychics, they offered to write a book in the publishing house AST. Naturally, I made a book with a minimum of words. But I turned it into pleasure, joy, entertainment. A person must live entertaining. The stamp, of course, but still. Mozartovskaya crazy joy should stem from any process. I am a former alcoholic with great experience, I remember this state of euphoria, it is close to me. Then they offered to write the second. As a person who destroys the foundations, immediately made a poetic, underground, from fragments of texts, with a bunch of illustrations. In AST they said: what else is it that you have done. In general, they refused to print. Such a strange object fell into the media space of unstable. It's funny for me. But they faded.

Extraension skills require book erudition?

Erudition is generally some kind of enemy. It's funny now: there is erudition or not, what's the difference. Of course, you need to understand what it is about. Know the history of art if you are an artist. On the other hand, you do not know the history of art, you look at everything like a ram at a new gate - and a new quality arises. Society even accepts you with this. The sensation of a wave is more important.

When you become the president [Pach recently launched the Presidential campaign -2018 - approx. Ed.] What do you order to read? Or forbid?

I will order the Russian classics. And then I will prohibit. And then I will open it again. And then I will prohibit again. Or I will not. I am a limp president. Why limp? Because I express my aspirations of the people. I have no own. I am so limp that almost transparent as a cloud. I am everything. This is God's appropriation. Power from God. Therefore, I allow all processes to go the way they go. When they ask what I will change, I say - nothing. How can you change the greatness of being? Unless Kegl would increase. Old men Kegl must be increased. [ Sings ] Increase Kegl with the elderly, ta-ra-t-t-t-yes, increase Kagl with the elderly, t-yes-yes, ta-ra-rain ...