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Soscy. Polozkova Vera. - M.: Livebook, 2013
"Sosial" - a new book of poems of the modern, young and very provocative poet of Faith Passage - today on the 11th place in the top of the sales at the consuming rating of Moscow. This, I will tell you, the figure. Especially for poetry. Who is the faith of Polozkova and why is it provocative?
Five or more years ago (in the era of LJ-boom) she was a very famous blogger. Then it turned out that she is a poet. To date, she has 3 poetic compilations. The first, "non-empty," came out when she was only about 20 years old; At the same time, she began to be noted as leading in literary events, on the stage of the poetic theater, in the clips and in general in the cultural life of young people. It became very quickly understood that Vera Polozkova is the only well-known modern poet (for those, of course, who is not interested in poetry at all). Today, she acts at concerts with the group and reads their poems to the music, with regularly large number of public.
And what is its provocativeness and scandalivity? Actually, in anything. Vera Polozkova is a completely ordinary girl living in modern life that consumes modern vocabulary and committing all clear actions. With one global difference: she is a poet. Therefore, her poems are about what everyone thinks. In her verses there are love, sex, alcohol, drugs, resentment, dreams, growing, thoughts about suicide, traveling to Goa ... Everything is as relies. And the scandalty around it was created, mostly, the literary community, which to this day he believes that no faith of Polyozkova is a poet, she does not smell the word, a feeling of taste and does not smell, and there is one claim.
Surely truth?
We read a new collection "Sosial", which includes poems from 2008 to 2013.
This city is only busy because they are trying to sell
All tickets to the stadium, where the sacraments are held -
Everyone is most afraid that suddenly remains
Only alone with them; everyone stares so fast
to sleep, freeze, do not observe the mode
we bathe hands in his smokes, we go to the mess
his blood, saliva and sleeves, and we have fun here, -
this is a city-C-hell, and how nicely, which can be seen all his
from that bed where we lie
In verses of faith, a varnish is very acute the question of age - and not only because smart critics called for a long time in advance, but because she herself could not push away from this topic. While she will no longer see the aging, it will be so a girl; While she will not find joy and pride in his youth, it will not ace. And no obese. And she wanted to grow awful!
Everyone wants to teach something, as adults -
Well reflect on suicide
As if reflections on suicide are synonymous with maturity! It is generally inherent in the scoring ease in general in how it uses the words "death" and "die."
so long ago I'm learning to die easily,
what is completely lost skill
live to remember and proudly, as it is found at the zassda
But the author - then (attention) 26 years ... Total. Or - already? The fact that in the lyrical hero is happening now, it is described quite clearly: "I rehabilitate the chaos of a tiny top of the top." True and for sure: the restoration of the world in chaos means its structuring, meaning just maturity, maturity, development.
It's nice to think what the verses of the polished will be ... After: when the fountain soul of the author calms down, obsolet, will make up. In the meantime, so: Rvano, clip, with short words and miner adversies. As in the youth always.
In verses of the faith of polished feelings - a lot, words - even more. Sometimes they are little related to each other, confused. Vera Polozkova still continues to be at the beginning of the path of becoming - although it all understands everything: "Position I have writer and totskaya, life stupid." In these verses there is something that is called a cute literary literary of the "roughness of the style". Something like "If you learn separation, it is not difficult to be able to be easy." Of course, it is impossible to: what is "easy to understand separation"? But even the great poets are not without stylistic sin, so they will not find fault in words.
The poetry of Faith is remarkable not to errors with their own, but excellent finds that a normal philologist-amateur would be kissed.
"Waiting for the instructions for miracles" - about the churches of believers. "I have to him, you know, childhood" - about the attitude towards a man. "The wind smokes your cigarette faster than you" - all smokers know what we are talking about, but no one else may have called that.
The city after summer is hudded,
chilly as seven in the morning after a party.
nothing is moving, even smoke;
Only birds float under the sky like Caulks,
And passerby laughs ferry, already gray.
Birds like Caunks are good and beautiful. These three words are like three buttons, including the autumn city in the reader imagination as a huge cup under the sky.
However, even on these compliments from the passing there is an answer - and also very shaped.
why everyone who points us place
Fingers forever in saliva and fat
why they talk to any themes
besides the most pressing topics
why no pain is still not justified by
How exactly did we ever write about her
In the new collection there are very whole poems - ready, pleasant, understandable, without a single unnecessary word. For example, we will find here a peculiar answer to Akhmatovsky line "Better to me to download your baby, and you will get off the fifty dollar." The response of the passing such: "I would love Tambov flashing ..." Muscovites and Muscovites (simple, impact) is familiar to this feeling: being in a small town, to feel his provincial charm and even sincerely dream: "What? Take it to move here ... quiet, green, no fuss ... »Moscow, Moscow affairs, Moscow passions, difficulties and irriters have not yet lightened in the soul, still cause a shiver. Yes, besides, "Panacea's" boutique ", Panacea Pharmacy, which are mentioned in the poem" Tambov "- very internally and compositely completed work.
there bov,
and here not bov
My afternoon married, dropping
From singles of a variety of species
Of us, armed to the teeth,
Look, really happy love
I envy, without issuing myself,
AND LOVE YOU BOTH
good city, my warm
Mojito costs seventy rubles,
And the cola of thirty five in the cinema
Delhi all on average for two or three
Taxi driver from the crawl twenty returns
All simplicity and clarity promises
And the coarse peasants are taken from the fields,
and the wedding tuple does not seal them
Boutique "NEWOW", Panacea Pharmacy
would run out, would live like a circce
on Soviet street, near the Tsna
Would love Tambov bastard
Dreamed B with him to Znamensky registry office
get out of Life was no price.
there is nothing like that, in general, boys
and two-storey everything, and may be,
What I will come to spring.
There are thousands and thousands of young and young people who will say with the faith of oh-oh-very simple and banal words, more than once repeated.
I do not feel pain.
I do not feel anything.
I have not known for a long time that I do here
But she and the poet, not only one paint to use. There is something for those who are not interested in suffering, loneliness and growing up. There is about love - finally successful, cozy, like a gun on the palm, and very high, in the finest sense. This poem called "more truth" is perhaps today you can give newlyweds in a wedding trip.
How suddenly the mountain ridge opens,
Riprage, well; All arguments, I argued, and turned out to be more truth -
Required, as if always.
You are the area where words are erected.
You are childhood that in the dark came to meet:
Tweezka, cabin, pressed cherry,
Talk, manka, mint grass.
You stand, it is indisputable, Suspan and in love,
and look so that joyfully and scary -
how to live in a glance where such a jasper,
nettle, malachite, cucushkin flax.
I do not know how this directness
and the exact tenderness that is frightening in moays
And I evoke you in the palm of your hand - hiding them -
Packages, fears, stupidity, flowers;
Hey! You smell the shore of the river,
sublunary, summer, in young butt;
Conditions, exams and deadlines
Only fools put each other,
and we are four greedy hands
Found assigned lines.