The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Lightness is in fashion now. Easy money, easy people, easy behavior. Not straining relationship ends in the same free parting. We are smart, modern people.
Why do we need Shakespearean passions and other sufferings of young Werther? Not Shakespeare, speak? Well, it's not so important what Werther wrote there. Schiller? Well, let Goethe. Who is it now surrendered? This is a middle-aged, but zealous psychologist confidently and boldly writes that it is easier to look at the world and to treat everyday life as a child's play. Work is also a game that you can sometimes not play. Because one cannot be made to play. The proverb about labor, the pond and the fish finally won, and even - another proverb scored: "The work loves fools."
Because smart people can live easily, playing and having fun. Modern, contemporary art, or rather its plastic-ruminant substitute, which is broadcast by all media, also requires not empathy, but popcorn and Coca-Cola.
Jumping Dragonfly from the school fable no longer becomes a victim of its own frivolity, and the laborer-ant begins to look like a wise youth says - a “loser”. Rent an apartment for a year and fly in the direction of Goa. Dress up in a skirt of leaves, sit straight and watch the exotic sunset. In fashion - moth lightness! Downshifting is our everything. Get away from the problems and get lost in the jungle. And everything is already seen as a problem - from screaming children to traffic jams.
On the TV screen - a certain writer and, apparently, quite well-known in certain circles. Although, why in certain? This is me forever not in trends. The author says that writing is very easy for her - she even compares the creation of literary works with baking pies. In general, the very "thousands of tons of verbal ore" that the poet Mayakovsky has been tormenting with "one word for the sake of" is not about her. For how long is it clever? The journalist emotionally and even obsequiously confirms: “Your novels, and the truth, then fly like pies with heat - from the heat!” and the sweet-haired fairy journalist.
The well-known writer Yuri Polyakov at one time called such people from art "PIP", that is, personalized publishing projects. The meaning of the PIPs is in their free substitutability with each other, conceptual sameness and, of course, in the speed, ease of creating “literary content”. Not books, but content. Because it is a writer (“engineer of human souls”) creates a book, and light-winged PIPs only drop content. The author even takes pride in the fact that her amorous reading matter is flipped through the subway in order to be thrown into the nearest ballot box. Easily created, quickly read through the diagonal, and then fussy gesture is inserted into the trash. The natural cycle of "literary content" is completed. But what literature is, so are the meanings, so are social relations.
Therefore, it is no longer surprising that a reader who had had enough of such “literary pampushkas” would shout at the parents ’meeting (or better in her blog) that“ Eugene Onegin ”is too heavy for her child and should be excluded from the school curriculum. Of course, because it is already unbearably difficult to understand who the London dandies are, the “idiotic Knyazhnin” and “the young Semenov”. In fashion - lightness! A brief statement replaces the "War and Peace", and the comics replaces the brief. Publishers love picture books (they are more expensive and more beautiful), readers prefer to flip through something in between cases. Although the case, as such, may not be at all.
Western society is also concerned - not everything, so to speak, safely in the Danish kingdom. There, in the West, the notion of “kiddals” arose - that is, over-age people living according to children's rules, but in an adult society. They are played in life, having fun, arranging happenings, often live at the expense of their parents. Kidtal (from kid - child and adult - adult) is a person who did not pass, who missed the stage of socialization, therefore, forever remaining in adolescence. Mom gives a couple of euros for movies and beer. He is under thirty, but he still can’t decide where to go to work. Is it necessary?
He is under forty, and he still dreams of becoming a wizard and writes in his blog with multicolored fonts. He takes pictures of cesspools, sits thoughtfully with a cup of coffee, and plays a computer game at night. Life is also a game, so why complicate its rules? He seems to have a girlfriend. It seems. Not a wife, but a girl, who is also under forty - she wears multicolored baubles, loves balloons and milk chocolate, and in general she draws graffiti. Childhood is a cozy feeling of security, it is a sweet dream after dinner and delicious bagels with milk in bed. It is necessary to live easily and without straining, as psychologists teach, and they are clever uncles. Therefore, as it turns out, these same kidalts are not taken to be stigmatized, braked and kicked into the mining face, but should be gently instructed and given them feasible work (that is, a toy). Lightness is in fashion!
... I remembered. At the dawn of Perestroika, students parodied typical Soviet cinema in one of the KVNs. The girl asked the young man: “Vasya, do you love me?”, To which Vasya, kneading an old cap in his muscular arms, shouted joyfully: “Yes, Masha! Love But I still love difficulties much more! ”. Then the hall exploded with a roar and grateful applause. Yes. The phrase "love of difficulties" was by that time so worn out that it was impossible not to laugh. More precisely, we were diligently convinced that it was hackneyed and, in fact, false-unnecessary. Suddenly, it was decided to laugh comfortably at Pavka Korchagin and at Mayakovsky’s poems about Kuznetsk-Stroy (“I know the city will, I know the garden blossom, when there are such people in the country in the Soviet Union!”). But most of all got to other lines, already the poet Nikolai Tikhonov: “To make nails from these people: there would be no nails stronger in the world.”
Nails are funny and not necessary. Then there were the failures of 1990, the non-nail people were looking for easy ways and easy money, which, as the old Bender used to say, "just lay on the road." Criminal gangs and joint-stock companies were created in the country, enterprises were sold, capital and brains flowed to the west. Girls in crowds rushed into the modeling business - an easy life demanded the same broadcast professions. The young men took to the high road, ... leading, as it seemed to them, to a civilized Paradise. The Soviet habit of working and - working began to be subjected to ridicule. Why treat and teach if you can become a model and make a million in a couple of years? Why plow and build, when it is much easier to sell fake "Napoleon" and fake "Adidas"? Are we scoops? We are not scoops! Scoops - not us!
In the USSR, there really was a cult of labor, and even more, a cult of difficulties. People-workers and people at work turned out to be at the center of any story, be it a movie, a book, or a picture. In different periods of the Soviet stories This trend has been highlighted in different ways. For example, in 1930-x - 1940-x years work was painted as an action in a classic play, with pathos and lofty words. The battle for the harvest on the bas-reliefs of the houses of culture was written off from the ancient centauromy, and the collective farmers, carrying their sheaves, resembled girls in panathenaine processions. Popular polar pilots, that is, men who constantly risk their lives even in peacetime. The harder the bread, the more honorable it is.
At the end of 1950's, on the contrary, a direction emerged that is called nothing but a “stern style”. Unlike the baroque-classicist Stalinist art, the harsh style did not embellish the environment and people, did not turn the milkmaid into the goddess Pomona, and the steelmaker into Doryphorus. The artists of this trend glorified the simple and uncomplicated destinies of the hard workers, their energy and will, so to speak, the “heroics of everyday work”. Cinema responded with the creation of the films “Height,” “Girls,” “Spring on Zarechnaya Street.” Later images of young physicists burning in the fire of science and quick-tempered foremen struggling with a reinsurer emerged.
It was believed that "easy happiness" - this is not happiness at all. Man was instructed to love difficulties, to strive to overcome them, not to dodge and not to run off. The caricature dudes gave the woodwork from the factories and from the villages, where the difficult fate drove them "according to distribution". By the way, one of the most ridiculed images was the type of young life starter, who did not want to go to the taiga or to the steppe after graduating from the university. In the wonderful film “Easy Life”, the former talented chemist “works” in dry cleaning. More precisely, it imitates activity, having its uncomplicated “business”. But at the same time, owning those very “easy money” and metropolitan registration, he terribly envies his friends who work in the city with the romantic name Dalnogorsk.
Soviet romance was synonymous with difficulties. “Take the guy to the mountains - take a chance!” - suggested Vladimir Vysotsky, believing that a person is known precisely over a precipice. More precisely, not even at the moment of extreme, but in the process of overcoming. In 1960's, it was fashionable to pull a guy up into the mountains. Now it is fashionable to pull a guy to bed after the first meeting. Because lightness is in fashion! She permeates all relationships. Magazines are full of advertising means that allow for three days from a chewing cow to turn into a quivering doe - without exercise and diet. Adult men are invited to play on the stock exchange and earn there "cool loot" without leaving the sweet online. Educational innovations are imposed on children, according to which all subjects are learned in a playful way. For example, you should write a poem about the sublimation of ammonium chloride or present a scene depicting monsoons and trade winds. Infantilism ceases to be dangerous and becomes the norm.
Only a moment may come when you wake up, and everyone has left to play ... Hey! People! And future archaeologists will be puzzled where such a smart civilization could have evaporated, which built space rockets and asked “To be or not to be?”.
Why do we need Shakespearean passions and other sufferings of young Werther? Not Shakespeare, speak? Well, it's not so important what Werther wrote there. Schiller? Well, let Goethe. Who is it now surrendered? This is a middle-aged, but zealous psychologist confidently and boldly writes that it is easier to look at the world and to treat everyday life as a child's play. Work is also a game that you can sometimes not play. Because one cannot be made to play. The proverb about labor, the pond and the fish finally won, and even - another proverb scored: "The work loves fools."
Because smart people can live easily, playing and having fun. Modern, contemporary art, or rather its plastic-ruminant substitute, which is broadcast by all media, also requires not empathy, but popcorn and Coca-Cola.
Jumping Dragonfly from the school fable no longer becomes a victim of its own frivolity, and the laborer-ant begins to look like a wise youth says - a “loser”. Rent an apartment for a year and fly in the direction of Goa. Dress up in a skirt of leaves, sit straight and watch the exotic sunset. In fashion - moth lightness! Downshifting is our everything. Get away from the problems and get lost in the jungle. And everything is already seen as a problem - from screaming children to traffic jams.On the TV screen - a certain writer and, apparently, quite well-known in certain circles. Although, why in certain? This is me forever not in trends. The author says that writing is very easy for her - she even compares the creation of literary works with baking pies. In general, the very "thousands of tons of verbal ore" that the poet Mayakovsky has been tormenting with "one word for the sake of" is not about her. For how long is it clever? The journalist emotionally and even obsequiously confirms: “Your novels, and the truth, then fly like pies with heat - from the heat!” and the sweet-haired fairy journalist.
The well-known writer Yuri Polyakov at one time called such people from art "PIP", that is, personalized publishing projects. The meaning of the PIPs is in their free substitutability with each other, conceptual sameness and, of course, in the speed, ease of creating “literary content”. Not books, but content. Because it is a writer (“engineer of human souls”) creates a book, and light-winged PIPs only drop content. The author even takes pride in the fact that her amorous reading matter is flipped through the subway in order to be thrown into the nearest ballot box. Easily created, quickly read through the diagonal, and then fussy gesture is inserted into the trash. The natural cycle of "literary content" is completed. But what literature is, so are the meanings, so are social relations.
Therefore, it is no longer surprising that a reader who had had enough of such “literary pampushkas” would shout at the parents ’meeting (or better in her blog) that“ Eugene Onegin ”is too heavy for her child and should be excluded from the school curriculum. Of course, because it is already unbearably difficult to understand who the London dandies are, the “idiotic Knyazhnin” and “the young Semenov”. In fashion - lightness! A brief statement replaces the "War and Peace", and the comics replaces the brief. Publishers love picture books (they are more expensive and more beautiful), readers prefer to flip through something in between cases. Although the case, as such, may not be at all.Western society is also concerned - not everything, so to speak, safely in the Danish kingdom. There, in the West, the notion of “kiddals” arose - that is, over-age people living according to children's rules, but in an adult society. They are played in life, having fun, arranging happenings, often live at the expense of their parents. Kidtal (from kid - child and adult - adult) is a person who did not pass, who missed the stage of socialization, therefore, forever remaining in adolescence. Mom gives a couple of euros for movies and beer. He is under thirty, but he still can’t decide where to go to work. Is it necessary?
He is under forty, and he still dreams of becoming a wizard and writes in his blog with multicolored fonts. He takes pictures of cesspools, sits thoughtfully with a cup of coffee, and plays a computer game at night. Life is also a game, so why complicate its rules? He seems to have a girlfriend. It seems. Not a wife, but a girl, who is also under forty - she wears multicolored baubles, loves balloons and milk chocolate, and in general she draws graffiti. Childhood is a cozy feeling of security, it is a sweet dream after dinner and delicious bagels with milk in bed. It is necessary to live easily and without straining, as psychologists teach, and they are clever uncles. Therefore, as it turns out, these same kidalts are not taken to be stigmatized, braked and kicked into the mining face, but should be gently instructed and given them feasible work (that is, a toy). Lightness is in fashion!
... I remembered. At the dawn of Perestroika, students parodied typical Soviet cinema in one of the KVNs. The girl asked the young man: “Vasya, do you love me?”, To which Vasya, kneading an old cap in his muscular arms, shouted joyfully: “Yes, Masha! Love But I still love difficulties much more! ”. Then the hall exploded with a roar and grateful applause. Yes. The phrase "love of difficulties" was by that time so worn out that it was impossible not to laugh. More precisely, we were diligently convinced that it was hackneyed and, in fact, false-unnecessary. Suddenly, it was decided to laugh comfortably at Pavka Korchagin and at Mayakovsky’s poems about Kuznetsk-Stroy (“I know the city will, I know the garden blossom, when there are such people in the country in the Soviet Union!”). But most of all got to other lines, already the poet Nikolai Tikhonov: “To make nails from these people: there would be no nails stronger in the world.”
Nails are funny and not necessary. Then there were the failures of 1990, the non-nail people were looking for easy ways and easy money, which, as the old Bender used to say, "just lay on the road." Criminal gangs and joint-stock companies were created in the country, enterprises were sold, capital and brains flowed to the west. Girls in crowds rushed into the modeling business - an easy life demanded the same broadcast professions. The young men took to the high road, ... leading, as it seemed to them, to a civilized Paradise. The Soviet habit of working and - working began to be subjected to ridicule. Why treat and teach if you can become a model and make a million in a couple of years? Why plow and build, when it is much easier to sell fake "Napoleon" and fake "Adidas"? Are we scoops? We are not scoops! Scoops - not us!
In the USSR, there really was a cult of labor, and even more, a cult of difficulties. People-workers and people at work turned out to be at the center of any story, be it a movie, a book, or a picture. In different periods of the Soviet stories This trend has been highlighted in different ways. For example, in 1930-x - 1940-x years work was painted as an action in a classic play, with pathos and lofty words. The battle for the harvest on the bas-reliefs of the houses of culture was written off from the ancient centauromy, and the collective farmers, carrying their sheaves, resembled girls in panathenaine processions. Popular polar pilots, that is, men who constantly risk their lives even in peacetime. The harder the bread, the more honorable it is.
At the end of 1950's, on the contrary, a direction emerged that is called nothing but a “stern style”. Unlike the baroque-classicist Stalinist art, the harsh style did not embellish the environment and people, did not turn the milkmaid into the goddess Pomona, and the steelmaker into Doryphorus. The artists of this trend glorified the simple and uncomplicated destinies of the hard workers, their energy and will, so to speak, the “heroics of everyday work”. Cinema responded with the creation of the films “Height,” “Girls,” “Spring on Zarechnaya Street.” Later images of young physicists burning in the fire of science and quick-tempered foremen struggling with a reinsurer emerged.It was believed that "easy happiness" - this is not happiness at all. Man was instructed to love difficulties, to strive to overcome them, not to dodge and not to run off. The caricature dudes gave the woodwork from the factories and from the villages, where the difficult fate drove them "according to distribution". By the way, one of the most ridiculed images was the type of young life starter, who did not want to go to the taiga or to the steppe after graduating from the university. In the wonderful film “Easy Life”, the former talented chemist “works” in dry cleaning. More precisely, it imitates activity, having its uncomplicated “business”. But at the same time, owning those very “easy money” and metropolitan registration, he terribly envies his friends who work in the city with the romantic name Dalnogorsk.
Soviet romance was synonymous with difficulties. “Take the guy to the mountains - take a chance!” - suggested Vladimir Vysotsky, believing that a person is known precisely over a precipice. More precisely, not even at the moment of extreme, but in the process of overcoming. In 1960's, it was fashionable to pull a guy up into the mountains. Now it is fashionable to pull a guy to bed after the first meeting. Because lightness is in fashion! She permeates all relationships. Magazines are full of advertising means that allow for three days from a chewing cow to turn into a quivering doe - without exercise and diet. Adult men are invited to play on the stock exchange and earn there "cool loot" without leaving the sweet online. Educational innovations are imposed on children, according to which all subjects are learned in a playful way. For example, you should write a poem about the sublimation of ammonium chloride or present a scene depicting monsoons and trade winds. Infantilism ceases to be dangerous and becomes the norm.Only a moment may come when you wake up, and everyone has left to play ... Hey! People! And future archaeologists will be puzzled where such a smart civilization could have evaporated, which built space rockets and asked “To be or not to be?”.
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