Where the comical high heels of the elderly
Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2025 3:35 am
I know Olena a little and can draw a parallel in terms of the artist's psychotype, comparing our author with Leni Riefenstahl. The same strain and belief in the greatness of the state. If Gerasimyuk had been born right after Rilke, she could have become one of the outstanding singers of the Third Reich; it's not about morality, it's about the courage to create new symbols on ruins for the revival and glory of the nation. Olena is conflicted in everyday life, and that's normal. For Christians, the key episode with the "tree of knowledge" is based on the conflict between God and man. Creativity is a conflict between an artist and a man in one person, of course, if we are talking about creativity.
The era of postmodernism with its comprehensive deafness, Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin have become the only reliable symbol, is in critical need of a hearing aid. I once said that during nonlinear wars, thinking in linear models is primitive and dangerous. Someone chooses comfortable social rap for themselves as a tribute to the fashion for simplifying meanings. Unfortunately, W. G. Auden's "Epitaph of a Tyrant" has long been forgotten, although the great intellectual and the most outstanding poet of the last century warned Europe about special database the coming of Hitler. In our time, Europe has again missed the dictator, Putin, and TV channels bought up by oligarchs hold elections, politicians choose between Syria and Ukraine, and the voice of a poet is needed exclusively as the voice of a poet with a machine gun in his hands.
We don't want evolution, we shyly silence Skovoroda and Bazhan. Skovoroda is an atheist and a philosopher, not Skovoroda is a poet: that's what interests us. Lina Kostenko's pathos and the rap of the younger generation have too much taken over our civilizational tastes; as a result, we don't want to fight, we banter, although banter is permissible only in the context of interpreting war. Banter has replaced religion for us, it makes us blind, deaf and defenseless. I have repeatedly heard Olena's poetic performances and her quiet anguish, typical of Dolores O'Riordan in the zombie era, when children continue to die from terrorist attacks. It is this kind of anguish that distinguishes the poet Olena Gerasimyuk from all the others - the boys and girls of the academic environment, pampered and slathered by the publishing conjuncture, with their cats, dogs and the lexeme "coitus" instead of a metaphor.
The era of postmodernism with its comprehensive deafness, Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin have become the only reliable symbol, is in critical need of a hearing aid. I once said that during nonlinear wars, thinking in linear models is primitive and dangerous. Someone chooses comfortable social rap for themselves as a tribute to the fashion for simplifying meanings. Unfortunately, W. G. Auden's "Epitaph of a Tyrant" has long been forgotten, although the great intellectual and the most outstanding poet of the last century warned Europe about special database the coming of Hitler. In our time, Europe has again missed the dictator, Putin, and TV channels bought up by oligarchs hold elections, politicians choose between Syria and Ukraine, and the voice of a poet is needed exclusively as the voice of a poet with a machine gun in his hands.
We don't want evolution, we shyly silence Skovoroda and Bazhan. Skovoroda is an atheist and a philosopher, not Skovoroda is a poet: that's what interests us. Lina Kostenko's pathos and the rap of the younger generation have too much taken over our civilizational tastes; as a result, we don't want to fight, we banter, although banter is permissible only in the context of interpreting war. Banter has replaced religion for us, it makes us blind, deaf and defenseless. I have repeatedly heard Olena's poetic performances and her quiet anguish, typical of Dolores O'Riordan in the zombie era, when children continue to die from terrorist attacks. It is this kind of anguish that distinguishes the poet Olena Gerasimyuk from all the others - the boys and girls of the academic environment, pampered and slathered by the publishing conjuncture, with their cats, dogs and the lexeme "coitus" instead of a metaphor.