In the poison of imperial houses, youthful creativity decayed.
And under the oppression of those awful barriers, only exceptional powers were able to break through to the surface of the stinking pool, bringing with them the holy and the living, despite the heavy enclosures of circumstance. See more
But now that the frozen crust has been stripped from the face of Russia, now that the fields have breathed in the vital strength of spring, we will sow in them the seeds of free creation.
On the stone plazas of our cities, we will erect new city halls. We will open the gates to fields wide and open. Let the young green shoots breathe freely, let them not languish in the shadows of an attic in the hungry cold. Let us freely forge a new path toward art.
It falls on me to work for the benefit of society, I painted a few paintings, the work on “Supremus” is progressing - both the magazine and the painting. In general, it is very interesting to work. I have a sense that I will succeed in leaving a memory of my days. I want to do a grand lot of things.
Reading a painting is necessary, it is needed; paintings need to be opened widely, as they are keys to new doors, and so that when opening these doors our consciousness does not come across something unexpected, we need to read paintings.
In the deepest recesses of Art lie the secrets of governmental coups, of the reconstruction of human life. A sage who could read meaning in colors, words, sounds, and their exchanges could discover the words that foretell these great events.
The stage is serious. There is only black and white, there is no humor, it is neither kitchen nor parlour: it is a place more serious and holy than church. It is not a sofa to be reclined on, neither is it a fence on which to hang our nervous energy as we would our linen. The theatre must disappear, like an animal long-extinct.
The art of theatre was left far behind the art of literature, painting, music. Painting, through Cubism, futurism has come to color, Suprematism, literature of poetry to letter, music to sound as it is. See more
The art of theatre stayed behind by the lilac bushes and the lovers’ bed, in cherry gardens, among the bushes of autumnal gardens, with violins, blue birds, has been frozen in a skirt of love, sorrow, melancholy, death, fear and gossip. They adorn this nonsense with sequins of characteristically subjective ability to act.
Repeating a successful show that has survived 100 stagings is the same as cutting out your own tongue, ripping out your nervous system, and substituting it with oakum or a cuckoo clock. An actor who repeats a “successful show” turns into a cliché. Actors of the Art Theatre are lifeless clichés. As the theatre itself, the artists have died long ago, and only its first illusion still holds among the crowd and their corpses still seem alive. It cannot be saved. The search for the blue bird is all in vain, they cannot find solutions, no matter how hard they look in thick books by Dostoevsky and others. They only need to find the flown-away life of the spirit that has died as a result of successful performances.
All Governments are concerned with creating a menu, under what freedom sauce to fry in front of the people a different tribe, so that it was both, eaten and free. A menu of an arrested messiah has been revised. Unanimously, it was decided to leave in the menu regions that looked like Siberian prisons (and arrests for those who did not want to eat according to the drawn up menu); to the menu were added words, “freedom of conscience, speech and press.”
Когда разрывает вашу камеру чувство
Неизвестная тревога, ищите в нем нового
когда от формы страх поразит ваше сознание
Немедленно делайте в страхе.
Wilson makes a special batch of 'liberation' land mines.
The newspaper "Sotsial-Demokrat" was published - the only people approaching vegetarianism, the only ones to refuse self-abuse and devouring of other tribes.
Political prisoners, who suffered at the hands of the anointed Tsarist government, have been released from all prisons and from Siberia. The expectation is that they will be replaced by new, more contemporary prisoners. Or so rumour has it...
Начало Революции: произошла замена помазанного Богом и приглашенных в правительство помазанником Божиим на временно признанных народом. Свобода, дарованная помазанником Господним, была перепряжена с-под хомута в шлею.
Народ торжествовал, обновленный костюм радовал его.
One newspaper critic has become so drunk with revolution that he has suggested to blow up the monument to Alexander III. Before he used to vilify young art in his newspaper.