VIRSHY DILETANTA - Oleksandr Roytburd (9786178024192)

This book, perhaps, could be called a book of selected verses. Yakbi with whom the nobility, from which the authors themselves had a chance to choose. I don’t know, I can’t live with the pompous and cumbersome “book of selected works written by the artist.” Just remember the important fact that the most recent peak in this collection dates back to 1983, and the rest is about the coronavirus and “the early days of God.” As the author himself writes, “I have been living in this world for so long that I have outlived the song of Yevtushenka.” And the speech here, obviously, is not in Yevtushenkov: we are talking about the hourly burden of perhaps forty fates, with the length of which (heaviness) and what (forty fates) these texts were written. It would take an hour for them not to appear. Ignored by us at the time, this spirit cannot but appear in the texts we read. Well, perhaps he is such a lyrical writer (another dubious term), who is quite clear and clear about the changes in the mood and current environment, as well as about the song’s authorial stability in the ironic and creative accurate understanding of reality. This book was written, it seems, not regularly, in a lot of pauses, pits and tears. And then, from the understanding of these pauses, from the understanding of the fact that the verses contained here were written for various political regimes (more importantly: for the government of various general secretaries and presidents southern edges) and happy minds, the collection takes away the chimerical and bitter taste of the acquaintance Well, what comes out and the position between poetry (poetry often does not explain itself, let’s wait), and, moreover, the position between politics. We can hardly understand how the intonation of the poet changes over time (and the artist’s – as you prefer), how his lyrical hero changes (and his lyrical heroine, of course, too), as, obviously, he changes There is a context in which these verses are written, as The landscape changes every day, as the weather at sea changes, as the language changes (and it changes, too, and this, perhaps, is the ultimate transformation!). What do we need, anyway? Just three rubles of respect. And three rubles of self-irony. Serhiy Zhadan.