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Voloshin Maximilian
Voloshin Maximilian
In the Ways of Cain (A Tragedy of Material Culture)
M. Voloshin
IN THE WAYS OF CAIN
Tragedy of material culture
In the beginning there was a rebellion, The rebellion was against God, And God was a rebellion. And everything that exists began through rebellion.
From whirlwinds and confrontations arose the World of tangible And stable balances. And balance became matter. But this world, reasonable and cruel, was doomed by nature to decay.
In order to prevent matter from dying, a melting fire drank into it. He smolders in the "I", and the substance cannot embrace Him and suffocate Him. Fire is life. And in every point of the world Breathing, beating and burning. Not life and death, but death and Sunday - The creative rhythm of the rebellious fire.
The world is a ladder, along the steps of which a man walked. We touch what he left on his way. Animals and stars are the slags of the flesh, Burnt out in the creative fire: All in their turn served man as a Foot, And each step Was an uprising of the creative spirit.
Only two paths are open for beings Caught in the traps of balance: The path of rebellion and the path of adaptation. Rebellion is madness; The laws of nature are immutable. But in the struggle for the truth of the impossible, the Madman - Transubstantiates himself, And the one who has adapted freezes At the passed step. The beast is adapted to the inclinations of nature, And man stubbornly rakes Against the waterfall that carries the Universe Back into ancient chaos. He affirms God by rebellion, Creates by unbelief, builds by denial, He is the architect, And his sculptor is death, And clay is the whirlwinds of his own spirit.
The time has come for new rebellions And catastrophes: falls and madness. To the prudent: "Return to the herd", to the Rebel: "Re-create yourself."
Human flesh is a scroll on which all the dates of being are marked.
Like milestones, leaving on the road Lagging brothers: Birds, animals and fish, By the way of fire, he walked through nature. Blood is the first sign of earthly rebellion, And the second sign is a torch blown by the wind.
In the beginning there was a single Ocean Smoking on a red-hot bed. And in this hot bosom an insoluble knot of life was tied up: flesh Pierced by breath and beating. The planet is cold. Lives flared up. Our ancestor, who from the chilled waters dragged out his fish carcass to the earth, took away the whole ancient ocean with the breath of ebb and flow, with the primary heat and salt of the waters - the living blood flowing in the veins.
Monstrous creatures bred In the shallows. The exacting sculptor Washed off the face of the earth and again created Appearances and forms. The Invisible Man was among the earthly flock. Sliding down from the poles, solid ice Crushed the life that teemed in the valleys. Then the fire of the lit fire Informed the animals about the man.
There are two fires: the manual fire of the dwelling, The fire of the fireplace, kitchens and stoves, The fire of lamps and sacrifices, Forge furnaces, furnaces and furnaces, The fire of hearts - invisible and dark, Ignited in the depths from underground lavas .. And there is the fire of arsons and fires, Steppe bonfires, camps, lighthouses, The fire that licked witches and sorcerers, The fire of leaders, alchemists, prophets, The violent flame of revolts, The indomitable torch of Prometheus, Ignited by him from a thunderous arrow.
Kos 1000 ter from the beast burned a man And melted the first family with blood. And the woman - the guardian of the ashes From the ancient female revealed the faces of the Sister and the mother, the Vestal and the harlot. Ever since Agni's verdant nest has been built in the ashes of the hearth, the cave has become a temple, the meal has become a sacrament, the fire has become an altar, the household has become a divine service. And humanity fed And bred Before the eye of the formidable Seeking God, And in the hearth the alloys From silver, from gold, from bronze were defended: Civil system, religion, family.
Thousands of years of fiery culture Have passed since the first man Built a roof over the nest of the Firebird, And to the tunes of the fiery Rigveda Pramanta - a pestle in a wooden hole, Rotating on a vein string, Became a sign of self-will - Prometheus. And man recognized himself as a fire, riveted in the dungeon of a tight flesh.
On the shallows of the unknown sea, Sinbad the Wanderer picked up a bottle, Riveted with Solomon's seal, And, having opened it, he suddenly fell into the power of the closed, furious Genie in it. It is not difficult to free and unbridle Unknown dormant wills: It is more difficult to force them to obey oneself.
When the unawakened man was still sucking from the sleep of good nature, And rosy dreams veiled Visions of the daytime world, the plowman Closed his eyes so as not to see the faun running across the field, And on the roads it was easier to meet God than man, And the shepherd, Listening to the noises, discerned In the breath of the wind someone's prophetic voice, When, dispersed Then by consciousness, the forces appeared to Him in their true guises And he entered into a struggle and agreements With living wills that fanned His hearth, turned the wheel, Healed the flesh, indicated the water, -Then he knew how You can force yourself to serve Undine and Salamander, And he himself tried to overcome Their weaknesses and passions.
But then, When from pre-temporal dreams He woke up to a miserly day, blinded From sunlight and lost the gift of clairvoyance And began, like a child, To feel and weigh nature, When before him the elements decomposed into weight and number, - he forgot dehydrated nature alive All the same forces that seize And the will and passions of man.
Meanwhile, they live in a transfigured world. And greedy Kobolts Smelt the steel and guard the ores. The wrath of the Salamanders burns in the hot furnaces, In the living ray the dancing Elves Glide along the wires And rush in ringing currents; Demons of deserts, simums, hurricanes Rejoice in whirlwinds of explosions, Doze in mines And shake motors of cars; Undines of rivers and Nixes of waterfalls Work in turbines and boilers.
But a person does not distinguish the faces, Once so familiar, and thinks of Himself as the only lord of the elements: Not seeing that in the markets and bazaars, Behind the illusory nature of the exchange game, Between the spirits of the elements and man The same ancient dispute does not fade away; That a person, freeing the forces of the Eternal balances of matter, Himself becomes a toy in their hands.
Therefore, behind each new revelation of nature, thousands of years of slavery and violence await, And life teaches us like blind puppies, And pokes its nose long and hard Into the bloody, spreading slurry, Until the hatred of the enemy for the enemy Is replaced by mutual respect, Equal to the strength Once shifted from foundations of man. Each step in the field of cognition Corresponds to the same step of Self-denial: The will of the substance Must be balanced by love. And magic: The art of subordinating the inert nature to the Spiritual will.
But people are not intelligent. Therefore, the laws of life are not written in books, but forged in muzzles and blades, in weapons of destruction and machines.
A brotherhood was born from a fist: Cain was the first to find a decent gesture to express a kindred feeling, anticipating the Words of other times: "Enemies are close to us, And he who does not leave his Father and mother, he will not follow me." He understood the truth that the first person we meet is more a brother than those who are close by blood.
He - the first farmer - hated the Blood of sacrificial animals and brought the Fruits and the ear of the 1000th plowed field As a gift to God, Thirsty for the vapors of blood. But his bloodless gift was rejected, And he killed the nomad Who trampled the crops. "Is this blood pleasing to you, Yahweh?" And he left with a flaming brand: "He who will touch Cain from now on will be marked sevenfold."
Having broken the ties of consanguinity, He understood the hops of loneliness And the bitter spirit of freedom. Builder of cities - built the first prisons; Forger of metals - He forged the first plow, ax and knife; The creator of music, - Listening to the wind, He cut out the flute And pulled the string; Catcher of animals - on the walls of the cave He circled with a chisel Visions of heated dreams: Buffaloes, mammoths, wild boars and deer.
Thus he became the ancestor of all murderers, criminals, prophets - the initiator of Crafts, arts, sciences and heresies.
The fist is a handful of fingers, the pastern of the hand, Clutching a hand or a weapon, This is the strength of Cain.
Laws of the fist have grown up Beautiful and meek in comparison With the law of gunpowder and the law of the machine gun. Their equality is in the ultimate tension of the Free muscles, Freedom is in the balance of Animal power with the forces of nature.
When a bloody banner with the motto "Freedom, brotherhood, equality or death" rises from the flames of popular uprisings, Its staff is clamped in Your fist, Cain, the first murderer.
The sword created justice.
Bound by violence, honed for vengeance, He, along with blood, was saturated with the spirit of the Saints and the righteous, beheaded by Him. And she began to handle his ark For their relics. (Help to raise to the lips - Until now, the gesture of a military salute). And in this the sword was worthy of the cross - the pillory, which became the most sacred of the symbols of love.
On the fair steel, the Words of prayers and the commandments of duty stood out: "Glory to Mary - the Virgin of Mercy - glory", "Do not strip me without need, Do not sheath me without honor", "In te, O Domine, speravi!" 1 Medieval blades exclaim. The Sword consecrated during the Liturgy, the Sword was named in the sacrament of baptism. Their names "Otkler" and "Durandal" Glitter like a blow. And in the descriptions op...
1
In the beginning there was a rebellion
The rebellion was against God,
And God was a rebellion.
And everything that exists began through rebellion.
2
From whirlwinds and confrontations arose
The world of the tangible
And stable balance.
And balance became matter.
But this world, reasonable and cruel,
Was doomed by nature to decay.
3
To prevent matter from escaping,
A melting fire drank into her.
It smolders in the "I", and the substance cannot
Embrace him and suffocate him.
Fire is life.
And in every part of the world
Breathing, beating and burning.
Not life and death, but death and Sunday -
The creative rhythm of the rebellious fire.
4
The world is a ladder, along the steps of which
There was a man.
We touch that
What did he leave on his way.
Animals and stars are slags of flesh,
Burnt out in creative fire:
All in turn served man
foot,
And every step
It was an uprising of the creative spirit.
5
Only two paths are open to beings,
Caught in the traps of balance:
The path of rebellion and the path of adaptation.
Mutiny is madness;
The laws of nature are immutable.
But in the struggle for the truth of the impossible
Madman -
transubstantiates himself,
And the one who adapts freezes
At the passed stage.
The beast is adapted to the inclinations of nature,
And the man stubbornly rakes
Against the waterfall that carries
universe
Back to ancient chaos.
He affirms God by rebellion,
Creates with unbelief, builds with denial,
He is an architect
And he was sculpted - death,
And clay is whirlwinds of its own spirit.
7
It's time for new rebellions
And catastrophes: falls and madness.
Prudent:
"Return to the herd"
Rebel:
"Reinvent yourself."
Koktebel
THE FIRE
1
Human flesh is a scroll on which
All dates are marked.
2
Like milestones leaving along the way
Left behind brothers:
Birds, animals and fish,
By the way of fire he went through nature.
Blood is the first sign of earthly rebellion,
And the second sign
Wind blown torch.
3
In the beginning there was one ocean,
Smoking on a hot bed.
And in this hot bosom began
Unresolvable knot of life: flesh,
Pierced by breath and beating.
The planet is cold.
Lives flared up.
Our ancestor, that of chilled waters
He dragged his fish skeleton to the ground,
He took the whole ancient Ocean in himself
With a breath of ebb and flow,
With primary heat and salt of waters -
Living blood flowing in the veins.
4
Monstrous creatures multiplied
On the shallows.
discerning sculptor
Washed off the face of the earth and created again
Appearances and forms.
Man
He was invisible among the earthly flock.
Sliding from the poles, solid ice
They squeezed the life that teemed in the valleys.
Then the fire of a lit fire
Alert the animals about the man.
5
There are two fires: the manual fire of the dwelling,
The fire of the fireplace, kitchen and stove,
The fire of lamps and sacrifices,
Forge furnaces, furnaces and furnaces,
The fire of hearts is invisible and dark,
Ignited in the depths from underground lavas ...
And there's a fire of arson and fires,
Steppe bonfires, nomad camps, lighthouses,
The fire that licked witches and sorcerers,
The fire of leaders, alchemists, prophets,
Furious flames of rebellion
The indomitable torch of Prometheus,
Ignited by him from a thunderbolt.
6
The fire from the beast burned out a man
And he fused the first family with blood.
And the woman is the guardian of the ashes
From an ancient female revealed faces
sisters and mothers,
Vestals and prostitutes.
Ever since Agni is a red nest
Twisted in the ashes of the hearth, -
The cave became a temple
The meal is a sacrament
Fire - an altar,
Household - worship.
And humanity fed
And fruited
Before the eye of the terrible
Seeking God,
And alloys settled in the hearth
From silver, from gold, from bronze:
Civil system, religion, family.
7
Thousands of years of fire culture
Gone since the first man
Built a roof over the Firebird's nest,
And to the tunes of the fiery Rig Veda
Pramanta - a pestle in a wooden hole,
Spinning on a vein string,
Became a sign of self-will -
Prometheus.
And man recognized himself as fire,
Riveted in a dungeon of tight flesh.
Koktebel
MAGIC
1
On the shallows of an unknown sea
Sinbad the Wanderer picked up the bottle,
riveted
Solomon's seal
And, opening it, suddenly fell into power
It has a closed, furious Jin.
Free and unbridled is not difficult
Unknown dormant wills:
It is more difficult to force them to obey.
2
When an unawakened person
Still sucked from the sleep of good nature
And rainbow dreams covered
Visions of the day world, plowman
Closed his eyes so as not to see
A faun running across the field,
And on the roads it was easier to meet
God than man
And the shepherd
Listening to the noises
In the breath of the wind, someone's prophetic voice,
When, torn apart
Then consciousness, strength
They appeared to him in their true guises
M. Voloshin
IN THE WAYS OF CAIN
Tragedy of material culture
In the beginning there was a rebellion, The rebellion was against God, And God was a rebellion. And everything that exists began through rebellion.
From whirlwinds and confrontations arose the World of tangible And stable balances. And balance became matter. But this world, reasonable and cruel, was doomed by nature to decay.
In order to prevent matter from dying, a melting fire drank into it. He smolders in the "I", and the substance cannot embrace Him and suffocate Him. Fire is life. And in every point of the world Breathing, beating and burning. Not life and death, but death and Sunday - The creative rhythm of the rebellious fire.
The world is a ladder, along the steps of which a man walked. We touch what he left on his way. Animals and stars are the slags of the flesh, Burnt out in the creative fire: All in their turn served man as a Foot, And each step Was an uprising of the creative spirit.
Only two paths are open for beings Caught in the traps of balance: The path of rebellion and the path of adaptation. Rebellion is madness; The laws of nature are immutable. But in the struggle for the truth of the impossible, the Madman - Transubstantiates himself, And the one who has adapted freezes At the passed step. The beast is adapted to the inclinations of nature, And man stubbornly rakes Against the waterfall that carries the Universe Back into ancient chaos. He affirms God by rebellion, Creates by unbelief, builds by denial, He is the architect, And his sculptor is death, And clay is the whirlwinds of his own spirit.
The time has come for new rebellions And catastrophes: falls and madness. To the prudent: "Return to the herd", to the Rebel: "Re-create yourself."
Human flesh is a scroll on which all the dates of being are marked.
Like milestones, leaving on the road Lagging brothers: Birds, animals and fish, By the way of fire, he walked through nature. Blood is the first sign of earthly rebellion, And the second sign is a torch blown by the wind.
In the beginning there was a single Ocean Smoking on a red-hot bed. And in this hot bosom an insoluble knot of life was tied up: flesh Pierced by breath and beating. The planet is cold. Lives flared up. Our ancestor, who from the chilled waters dragged out his fish carcass to the earth, took away the whole ancient ocean with the breath of ebb and flow, with the primary heat and salt of the waters - the living blood flowing in the veins.
Monstrous creatures bred In the shallows. The exacting sculptor Washed off the face of the earth and again created Appearances and forms. The Invisible Man was among the earthly flock. Sliding down from the poles, solid ice Crushed the life that teemed in the valleys. Then the fire of the lit fire Informed the animals about the man.
There are two fires: the manual fire of the dwelling, The fire of the fireplace, kitchens and stoves, The fire of lamps and sacrifices, Forge furnaces, furnaces and furnaces, The fire of hearts - invisible and dark, Ignited in the depths from underground lavas .. And there is the fire of arsons and fires, Steppe bonfires, camps, lighthouses, The fire that licked witches and sorcerers, The fire of leaders, alchemists, prophets, The violent flame of revolts, The indomitable torch of Prometheus, Ignited by him from a thunderous arrow.
Kos 1000 ter from the beast burned a man And melted the first family with blood. And the woman - the guardian of the ashes From the ancient female revealed the faces of the Sister and the mother, the Vestal and the harlot. Ever since Agni's verdant nest has been built in the ashes of the hearth, the cave has become a temple, the meal has become a sacrament, the fire has become an altar, the household has become a divine service. And humanity fed And bred Before the eye of the formidable Seeking God, And in the hearth the alloys From silver, from gold, from bronze were defended: Civil system, religion, family.
Thousands of years of fiery culture Have passed since the first man Built a roof over the nest of the Firebird, And to the tunes of the fiery Rigveda Pramanta - a pestle in a wooden hole, Rotating on a vein string, Became a sign of self-will - Prometheus. And man recognized himself as a fire, riveted in the dungeon of a tight flesh.
On the shallows of the unknown sea, Sinbad the Wanderer picked up a bottle, Riveted with Solomon's seal, And, having opened it, he suddenly fell into the power of the closed, furious Genie in it. It is not difficult to free and unbridle Unknown dormant wills: It is more difficult to force them to obey oneself.
When the unawakened man was still sucking from the sleep of good nature, And rosy dreams veiled Visions of the daytime world, the plowman Closed his eyes so as not to see the faun running across the field, And on the roads it was easier to meet God than man, And the shepherd, Listening to the noises, discerned In the breath of the wind someone's prophetic voice, When, dispersed Then by consciousness, the forces appeared to Him in their true guises And he entered into a struggle and agreements With living wills that fanned His hearth, turned the wheel, Healed the flesh, indicated the water, -Then he knew how You can force yourself to serve Undine and Salamander, And he himself tried to overcome Their weaknesses and passions.
But then, When from pre-temporal dreams He woke up to a miserly day, blinded From sunlight and lost the gift of clairvoyance And began, like a child, To feel and weigh nature, When before him the elements decomposed into weight and number, - he forgot dehydrated nature alive All the same forces that seize And the will and passions of man.
Meanwhile, they live in a transfigured world. And greedy Kobolts Smelt the steel and guard the ores. The wrath of the Salamanders burns in the hot furnaces, In the living ray the dancing Elves Glide along the wires And rush in ringing currents; Demons of deserts, simums, hurricanes Rejoice in whirlwinds of explosions, Doze in mines And shake motors of cars; Undines of rivers and Nixes of waterfalls Work in turbines and boilers.
But a person does not distinguish the faces, Once so familiar, and thinks of Himself as the only lord of the elements: Not seeing that in the markets and bazaars, Behind the illusory nature of the exchange game, Between the spirits of the elements and man The same ancient dispute does not fade away; That a person, freeing the forces of the Eternal balances of matter, Himself becomes a toy in their hands.
Therefore, behind each new revelation of nature, thousands of years of slavery and violence await, And life teaches us like blind puppies, And pokes its nose long and hard Into the bloody, spreading slurry, Until the hatred of the enemy for the enemy Is replaced by mutual respect, Equal to the strength Once shifted from foundations of man. Each step in the field of cognition Corresponds to the same step of Self-denial: The will of the substance Must be balanced by love. And magic: The art of subordinating the inert nature to the Spiritual will.
But people are not intelligent. Therefore, the laws of life are not written in books, but forged in muzzles and blades, in weapons of destruction and machines.
A brotherhood was born from a fist: Cain was the first to find a decent gesture to express a kindred feeling, anticipating the Words of other times: "Enemies are close to us, And he who does not leave his Father and mother, he will not follow me." He understood the truth that the first person we meet is more a brother than those who are close by blood.
He - the first farmer - hated the Blood of sacrificial animals and brought the Fruits and the ear of the 1000th plowed field As a gift to God, Thirsty for the vapors of blood. But his bloodless gift was rejected, And he killed the nomad Who trampled the crops. "Is this blood pleasing to you, Yahweh?" And he left with a flaming brand: "He who will touch Cain from now on will be marked sevenfold."
Having broken the ties of consanguinity, He understood the hops of loneliness And the bitter spirit of freedom. Builder of cities - built the first prisons; Forger of metals - He forged the first plow, ax and knife; The creator of music, - Listening to the wind, He cut out the flute And pulled the string; Catcher of animals - on the walls of the cave He circled with a chisel Visions of heated dreams: Buffaloes, mammoths, wild boars and deer.
Thus he became the ancestor of all murderers, criminals, prophets - the initiator of Crafts, arts, sciences and heresies.
The fist is a handful of fingers, the pastern of the hand, Clutching a hand or a weapon, This is the strength of Cain.
Laws of the fist have grown up Beautiful and meek in comparison With the law of gunpowder and the law of the machine gun. Their equality is in the ultimate tension of the Free muscles, Freedom is in the balance of Animal power with the forces of nature.
When a bloody banner with the motto "Freedom, brotherhood, equality or death" rises from the flames of popular uprisings, Its staff is clamped in Your fist, Cain, the first murderer.
The sword created justice.
Bound by violence, honed for vengeance, He, along with blood, was saturated with the spirit of the Saints and the righteous, beheaded by Him. And she began to handle his ark For their relics. (Help to raise to the lips - Until now, the gesture of a military salute). And in this the sword was worthy of the cross - the pillory, which became the most sacred of the symbols of love.
On the fair steel, the Words of prayers and the commandments of duty stood out: "Glory to Mary - the Virgin of Mercy - glory", "Do not strip me without need, Do not sheath me without honor", "In te, O Domine, speravi!" 1 Medieval blades exclaim. The Sword consecrated during the Liturgy, the Sword was named in the sacrament of baptism. Their names "Otkler" and "Durandal" Glitter like a blow. And in the inventory of weapons To others, the hand of a scribe added: "He is a fairy."
1 "In you, Lord, I trust!" (lat.). -- Ed.
So from the robber of the highways the Sword made a knight And bound with iron His face and his flesh; and the spirit Passed through the flame of initiation, Imprinting in the seeing heart a sword, Flaming in the right hand of the Seraphim: A symbol of earthly love, Punishing and avenging, The world is cut into "Yes" and "No", For evil and for good. "Si! Si! - No! No!" 1, According to Sid's sword "Tison".
1 "Yes! Yes! - No! No!" (Spanish). -- Ed.
When other forces came into the world And again transformed the man, The sword did not die, but split into the spirit: The sword became the defender of honor (The lancet for inflamed vanities), And the sword - The arbiter of judgments. But, dishonored, He remained for the crowd an Oracle And a healer of diseases; And the executioners, having gathered, buried In the forests of Germany Tired swords, Which cut off Ninety-nine.
Execution was reformed by the Surgeon and philanthropist, And the sword was superseded by Machine production, Introduced into the realm of death, and since then It has become a character, a Teaching, a doctrine: Saint-Just, Robespierre, the guillotine-Antinomia of the Kantian mind.
Oh, justice, Holding in the hands of the scales and the sword! Didn't you throw him On the cups of the world: "Woe to the vanquished!"? Didn't he who believed in justice Came to the realization that it was necessary to destroy For its triumph First of all people? Wasn't justice always the Multiplication Table, on which Corpse was multiplied by corpse, Murder by murder And evil by evil? Is it not the one who brought "Not the world, but the sword", Breathed into us a fire that Ulcers and burns, and will burn our spirit, Until everyone comprehends the Mysterious word: "Vengeance is Me and I will repay for evil."
Civil rights were written by a fist, Sword - the right of the state 1000, gunpowder They were erased and created a military charter.
In response to a challenge addressed not to him, From the bottom of the criminal monk's retorts, Gunpowder Revealed its smoky face and scattered the Armor of the knights, Like rusty iron.
"Unhappy, drag the sword to the forge And take the arquebus on your shoulder: Honor, strength, courage are meaningless. Now the Last coward has become equal to the Bravest of the knights." - "Oh, how blessed are the Ages that did not know gunpowder, In comparison with our time, when A handful of dust and a piece of lead are able to Kill the most glorious ..." So exclaimed Furious Orland and wise Don Quixote - The last swords of the Middle Ages.
Accustomed to sleeping in deep balances, Gunpowder built a black nest At the bottom of gun muzzles, In the muzzle of mortars, in the barrels of steel guns, To suddenly spit death into the face of the enemy in the rage of random awakenings.
Erasing the buildings of man, Crushing brick, and stone, and metal, He forced the scattered crowds Close ranks, gather for a blow, He gave the gun a sight, The barrel - a rifling, Soldiers - system, Heroes - discipline, Tied with knots the bowels of the dark masses, Mixed the peoples, Melted the states, Raised barricades in the gorges of the streets, Overthrew the nobility, Raised the townspeople, Creating slaves of free labor For the equality of petty-bourgeois democracies.
He created the army, the barracks and the soldiers, General military service, Intransigence, precision, discipline, He knocked off the heroes helmets and mantles, Uniforms, swords, signs, orders, All the plumage of tournaments and parades, And painted the rutted roads in green-brown color, Trampled fields, Open streets, garbage and ashes - The color of feces and vomit, which makes enemies invisible.
But black powder in the world was the forerunner of Other, still more powerful forces: He opened the door for them, and here we are on the threshold of the Incredible swirling night And we see the appearances of monstrous shadows, Unnamed, unimaginable, to which the future of the earth is entrusted.
Steam curled in a trickle Above the first hearth. While the ox pulled the plow, and the horse Carried weights, He rattled in vain With the lid of the bowler hat, hissed on the stone, To draw the attention of man.
Only a century ago, the owner guessed Cauldron, in which for thousands of centuries Boiled soup, put on wheels And, lifting the yoke, harness it to the cart. The steam pushed out the piston, tensed the lever, And the locomotive, breathing raggedly, Moved with an effort And dragged along the rails A huge train of luggage and people.
Thus began the Age of Para. But the obedient Cast-iron ox suddenly turned into a gluttonous Minotaur: Steam sent Workers to the mines to dig ore and coal, To the swamps to build embankments, to the deserts to lay roads; He locked a man In the dungeons of factories, in underground mines, He stained the sky with coal soot, A ray of the sun - with soot, And strangled in the fogs Splashed flames of cities.
The steam shrinks space, shrinks the land, Compresses the oceans, stretches the landscape Into a uniformly painted Ribbon of hills, fields, trees, and houses Running between wires; He closed the Expanses to the traveler, Deprived the feet of the Hot touch of the Unknown road, The eye - the joy of discovering new distances, The palms - the staff, and the nostrils - the wind.
The road, which became Carrying capacity, Mileage, voltage, The shortest distance between points, Rushed into the city, broke through gaps And clearings in the sacred labyrinths, Cut through the thickness of stone, turned the Alley, square, street into ditches To drain wild speeds, Drive pedestrians up the bridges She dug rat passages under the river And pulled up hanging ways.
Whistle, roar, clang, movement - drowned out Living human speech, Made prayer, Conversation, reflection unthinkable; turned the King of the universe into a wheel greaser.
Adam was sculpted In the model of the Creator, But the steam cauldron considered the Divine nakedness obscene And recreated In his image of a man: Clothed him in a livery, without which He has no right to appear In the sanctuaries of culture, He gave the human torso the Likeness of a cauldron Decorated with studs; He put a chimney on his head, Glossy with shiny soot; He cut his legs like two pillars, Put his hands into the pipes, Forbade all colors on clothes, except Shades of dirt, soot and smoke, And, taking out the soul, breathed steam into people.
Just as there is no inventor who, while drawing a machine, did not dream of benefiting a person with it, So there is no machine that has not brought into the world the most severe poverty and new types of slavery.
While the hand pressed on the lever, And the waters Rotated the mill wheel - Their forces Did not disturb the ancient balances. But man To the eternal secrets picked up the keys And released the captive giants.
The spirit, incarnated in the womb, builds the body: Steam, electricity and gunpowder, Having mastered the Consciousness and passions of man, They built Iron bodies According to their nature: blast furnaces and boilers, Dynamo stations, Motors and turbines.
Like an apprentice sorcerer who summoned Elemental demons Couldn't close the abysses they had opened And was flooded with his house and village -So a man is unable to hold back The fury of the machine: levers Bend elbows, wheels turn, Belts slip, bowels of factories burn, And, shuddering in a continuous spasm, Steel wombs throw like caviar, Monotonous unnecessary objects (Collars, cars, Gramophones) - By millions of millions, - flooding Villages, regions and countries - The whole world, Creating empires, Capturing markets, - And there is no way to stop their fury, Nor curb unbridled slaves.
Machine - defeated man: A slave was needed to wipe her sweat, To anoint her crotches with oil, Feed coal and take droppings. And then it became necessary for her: A teeming clot of muscles and wills, Brought up in a hungry discipline, And a greedy boor, who cheapened the spirit For the joys of comfort and philistinism.
The machine has taught man to think decently, to reason sensibly. She graphically proved to him That there is no Spirit, but only matter, That man is just such a machine, That the stellar cosmos is only a mechanism For the production of time, that thought Is a simple product of the digestion of the brain, That being determines the spirit, That genius is a degeneration, that culture - An increase in the number of needs, What is the ideal - Well-being and satiety, What is a single world stomach And there are no other gods but him.
Realization of all cultural dreams: Poles are buzzing, antennas are ringing, currents Sounds and words are striving in spaces, Lightning carries Decrees and decrees of the Police, governments and stock exchanges, - But not a single thought of a person Will slip through sensitive wires. Rotary machines toss And day and night printed sheets, Newspapers work out the truth One for all for every day and hour: But not a single line about a man - About an ancient immured fire. Grain flows through the holds and barns, Ports and markets are bursting with food, Restaurants are full of hot food, But not a single crust for the hungry - For unnumbered slaves. In the depths of the waters, steel fish prowl, Heavy ships blow up the abyss, Propellers sing In transcendental heights: Earth and water, air and fire - Everything took up arms against man. And in the cities where the slaves are locked up, Theaters and museums are thrown open, Squares are bubbling, Speakers are throwing slogans into the crowd About the hatred of classes, About social paradise, about freedom, About the joyful community of tribes, And the beggar with a castrated soul, With a debilitated brain, the Triumph of culture triumphs. , thought and labor.
I was told: "Go to the markets" - It is necessary that every slave be called to revolt. But do not sword truths to them, but blow up Layers of numb balances: Let the truth soar like fire From the bottom of the soul, torn apart by the whirlwind of the explosion. Trouble for the one who convinces 1000 tons of a fool! He who accepts the truth on faith - He becomes blind by it. The religious teacher drives before him Only a herd of those raped by the truth: Violence by the truth More vile than all murders. Who wants rebellion - this contradiction, Who wants to give freedom - seduce, Be an arsonist, Be poison, be Trichina, Be a gadfly, maddening herds.
You are prisoners of your own labyrinths! You are the dead of riveted coffins! You are superstitious people throwing bombs At parliaments, and at stock exchanges, and at palaces, Do you think of destroying with dynamite All that grows from within - From yourselves with unstoppable force? I call you to revolt against the Laws of nature and reason: To the leap from humanity - To the ultimate madness - To the re-creation of oneself.
Who wrote on these walls in blood: "Liberty, brotherhood, equality, Or death"? There is no freedom. But there is liberation, Among the slaves the only place Worthy of the free - prison! There is no brotherhood in humanity other than the brotherhood of Cain. Who is more closely bound by blood than the victim and the executioner? There is no equality - there is only balance, But in balance - a counterpoint, And two walls, falling on each other, Form a single arch. Do you believe that the goal of culture is happiness, That prosperity is an ideal? Suffering and hunger are the chisel with which death sculpts man. Not in equality, not in brotherhood, not in freedom, But only in death is the truth of rebellion.
There is no law - there is only coercion. All crimes are created by the law. Those who are cramped in the herd are criminal: It is not them who should be judged, it is not you who should be punished: The state is guilty before the criminal. Do not stop, but prepare channels for the Excess of forces. Understand the essence of evil. Don't be afraid of passion. Do not resist the evil Penetrate into you: All the evil of the universe must, Taking into itself, transform itself. And you built dungeons and prohibitions: The court extinguishes passion, The government - rebellion, The doctor extinguishes life, The priest extinguishes conscience, Enough commandments for you on "not": "Do not kill", "do not", "do not steal", The only commandment : "BURN". Your God is in you, And do not look for another Neither in heaven nor on earth: Check The whole outside world: Everywhere there is law, causality, But there is no love: Its source is You! God is love. Love is the fire that will devour the universe and melt the flesh. Listen to all the manifestations of life: Double stream: Blossoming and decay. Flee not evil, but only extinction: Both sin and passion are flowering, not evil; Decontamination Not a virtue at all!
Neither crime, nor creativity, nor labor Can be paid: payment for Labor is meaningless: only alms There is a reward worthy of the creator. Like a tree - ripe fruit Drop to the ground And stretch out the branches For alms of light and rain. Given and given? Given and taken? Is everything refundable? Traders! Have you invented gratitude in order to nip in the bud And suffocate the good? Do not give to the giver: Give to another, To give to others: Then the giving thrown into the sea Will stir the souls, expanding like a wave. Are you fighting for property? But who belongs to whom? The owner of the thing? Or do things push people around? That property, What can be given: You gave - and you are rich in this, But you are slaves of everything that is a pity to give.
We take with us only that, From the possession of which we have refused. Will you stay to keep the Iron junk of gloomy ghosts? You were slime in the bosom of the ocean And carried it away in your blood. You have renounced the sunlight, To kindle a fire in the darkness of the caves. Decays of tired equilibria Wasted on the convulsions of machines. In a single moment of a furious explosion, you exhausted the eternities of fire: you understood the plexus of inert masses, you weighed and split the atom, you wedged yourself into the bowels of evil. And now you are laid like a mine, Charged in the depths of matter! You are a flame walled up in the abyss, You are a torch thrown into a powder cellar! Self-exploding, be dynamite. Earth, explode with the universal hearth! Stronger swing! An obsolete planet Throw a bomb into the star worlds! Do you really have to wait until the frozen earth disintegrates into lumps of dirt? And in the hosts of suns not to flare up as a new sun - the shaggy heart of the Milky Way?
There was a long peace. The peoples were full And shiny: pleased with themselves, Abundance and general peacefulness. Only occasionally, exchanging glances, they all rushed at the weakest and, having devoured him at once, backed away, growling And baring their jaws to one side, - And calmed down again. Everything went right in the world: A trillion of wheels Worked with hammers, levers, Forged steel, Drilled cannons, Chemist Made lyddite and melinite; Scientists invented way after way to exterminate the masses; Politicians drew maps of the new Colonial markets and roads; Thinkers wrote about the universal Inviolable peace on earth, And women swayed in flexible tango And exposed powdered flesh. The culture manometer reached its highest point of tension.
Then, from the abyss of inner spaces, a voice resounded, announcing: "Time To trample on the winepress of fury! For the fact that people built the bodies to the demons sent to serve them, And created thrones, For the fact that they opened their will to the wrath of Fire that the indifference of Flowing waters and hot fog Gave the muscle of Running legs and the whirlwinds of the wheel, For the fact that in the masterful currents of air They wove a nest for the rebellious spirits of the explosion, For the fact that the greed of ores Into an army of iron spiders, Inexorably weaving Sucking and choking threads, -For this I free the Captive demons From oaths of obedience, And the chaos, compressed in whirlwinds of matter, From the order of music! ."
And I saw: the doors of heaven opened open In the constellation of Leo, and the demons rushed to the earth... People crowded along the river valleys, Signifying the boundaries of the great kingdoms, And, tearing out the paths of snakes and mice in the earth, Grazing the herds of gluttonous monsters: Themselves And the shepherds, and food.
Time seemed to have turned over, And the world seemed to be unbaptized by the water of the Flood: Huge cranked reptiles crawled out of the mud, Iron spiders swarmed, Snakes swallowed lightning, Dragons spewed Sheaves of fire and stung with their tails; In the seas and rivers, the fish Cast deadly spawns, From the winged lizards, Light shrouded, poured on the ground Explosive and fiery eggs, Clouds of insects, Monstrous in structure and size, In the bodies of people They left combustible larvae, - And these hordes of fiends, Having received both anger and passion , and malice from people, Human food was stung, clawed, Crushed, tore, burned, Chewed, devoured, And cities, like millstones, Tirelessly rotated and grinded Selected grain From the first-born families For food for demons. And thousands of people Throw themselves with inspired frenzy And joy under the rims of the wheels. More and more new peoples Ran and intertwined in round dances Under the thunder and clang of jubilant machines. And the frenzied world has never seen such a dance of death!
More! more! And everything seemed not enough ... Then a new cry was heard: "Down with the Tribal War, and the army, and the fronts: Long live the civil war!" And the armies, having mixed ranks, kissed in delight With the enemies, and then They rushed at their own, chopped, beaten, Shot, hung, tortured, They ate human flesh, Children were salted for future use, There was devastation, There was famine. Finally the plague came.
Eyeless times came, The earth seemed wider and more spacious, There were fewer people, But there was not enough space for them Among the deserts, They burned only about one thing: Quickly build new machines And start the same war again. Thus ended the prenatal struggle, But in this massacre they did not understand, People did not learn anything.
Constellations flickering brow, Rising above the chaos, was reflected Reverse shadow in the abyss of the lower waters. Two eyes, adjacent at night, opened wide, And light splashed. Two fiery rays, Crossing in the water, formed into a hexagram. Silent lips parted, And the Word rose from the depths of silence. And hosts of spirits flared up around From the first universal breath. The right hand lifted the continents, And the left ra 1000 distributed the waters, From the loins the earthly creature multiplied, From the veins - plants, from the bone - stone, And the twins - heavenly and earthly - Touched with wet feet. The Lord breathed on the face of hell, And the lower werewolf became Adam. Adam was the world, and the world was Adam. He thought in the sky, thought in the clouds, He fleshed with clay, grew like a plant, He became ossified with stones, he was ferocious with passions, He saw with the sun, dreamed dreams with the moon, Buzzed with planets, breathed with winds. And everything was - above, as below - Full of high correspondences.
Out-of-time disintegrated in the rain of centuries, And thousands of centuries leaked. The world as a cone-shaped mountain Rested on the bosom of the ocean. From the high towers built by people From the greasy clay of fat interfluves, Cain, who had forgotten himself, dismantled the Flickering cuneiform of the constellations. The sky was teeming with starry beasts Above temples with winged bulls. The sun strove along the fiery paths Along the ruts of the stadiums of the Zodiac. The crystal skies revolved, And the bronze arcs strained, And the spheres inserted one into the other moved along complex rims. And in the deltas of the rivers - The Chaldean astrologer And the shepherds of the Iranian plateaus, Listening to the music of the worlds, To the buzz of the spheres and to the subtle stellar ringing, By prophetic combinations of luminaries Determined the fate of kingdoms and the world. Everything in the transient was only a sign of the Eternal mysteries inscribed in heaven.
Then the slits of the heavens closed, The world became an arena, flooded with the sun, Under a dome of black ether, Leaned on Atlant's shoulder.
Against the background of the wine-purple sea And the reddish ocher of the jagged land, Playing with copper muscles - athletes With a winged sweep of their anointed bodies Threw bronze discs in the sun Of humming stanzas and sonorous theorems.
And there were no indigo distances, No prospects leading to eternity: Everything was tangible and close - The Spirit thought the flesh and felt the volume. The finger crumpled the clay, and the mind measured the earth.
The braces of cypress columns, Waxed cedar of smoke-filled chapels, Acropolises in bestial variegation, Faded marble of painted statues, And swarthy marble of sticky altars, And rust, and bronze of gilded roofs, Black, cinnabar, and sepia, and gall - The colors of the earth were clear to the eye, Blinded to the blue sky, Forgetting the alphabets of the constellations.
When did the soul of gymnasts and wrestlers Into the world of pre-modern night responded And plunged into a frenzied sleep - The plexus of arms and tension of the ligaments Knitted the torsos into slender knots The tragic metopes and epodes of Aeschylus and Phidius stanzas.
The world corresponded to the size of man, And man was the measure of all things.
Night thickened. Burial grounds of the earth Cast out the bones of the forefather Adam And Cain. In the break of the clouds A hill and three crosses were seen - Golgotha - the last hope of being.
The earth was a motionless dark ball. Seven heavens revolved around it, Above them the sky of stars and the First Forces, And everything included the bright Empyrean.
From under Golgotha into the earth, like a funnel, Dante led the way to the center of evil. God was the circumference, and the center was the Devil, Stretched in the depths of matter.
With violent upsurges of portals, a man aspired away from the earth. On the steps of empires and cathedrals, Celestial spheres and hellish circles Went ringed links of hierarchies And heaped Bibles of stones - Displays of ten centuries: Cyclones of faith, flurries of heresies, Tornadoes of peoples - Huns and Mongols, Alarms, interdicts and bonfires, One hundred and forty popes and sixty dynasties , One hundred emperors, seven hundred kings. And through the mirage of melted windows On the golden heraldry of the shields - The Trumpet of Judgment and the black ray of Golgotha. The universal spirit was crucified on the cross of whipped and pitted flesh.
The medieval world was liturgically structured and beautiful. But Galileo Tore it off, squeezed it in his fist and the earth Tossed head over heels along a vortex loop Around the immeasurably grown sun. The world opened up centillions of times. The ratios have changed wildly, The abysses of the starry galaxies have opened up, And only God did not have enough space. The inquisitive spirit of the Apostle Thomas, who said to the Risen One: "I won't believe, Until I put my fingers in the wounds," - He turned thousands of years of faith.
He verified the evidence by number, He checked the color and sound by touch, He weighed the light, measured the course of the beam, He transferred all the dogmas of God 1000 words On the hypostasis of forces and matter.
Matter appeared infinite, Consubstantial in different natures, Craft became the universal gravitation, The atom became eternal, the ether omnipresent: All-permeable, all-hard, slippery - "No one has seen it anywhere."
Calculated by Laplace and Newton, the World has become the finest synthesis of wheels, Ellipses, spheres, parabolas - a mechanism that starts itself once and for all According to the principles of the law of conservation of Matter and Force. A man, Hungry for the distance of numbers and space, Was drunk with unbelief - the worst of faiths, And all around him rushed and swarmed Substance seized with spasm. Creator and slave of the reduced writhings of creatures, revealed by the logic of number From the inertness of matter, he thought of the Universe as a black negative: Non-existence, shining with light, And entities shrouded in darkness. This is exactly how the world would be realized by a machine that comprehended itself.
But the indefatigable mind decomposed And this world, built to the touch Penetrating and measuring finger.
Everything is relative: both nonsense and knowledge. Life span of truths: twenty-thirty years The maximum age of a water nag. We are only looking for the convenience of calculations, But in essence we know nothing: Neither the capacity, nor the meaning of gravity, Neither the masses of the planets, nor the shape of their orbits, In the starry sky, we cannot Distinguish "tomorrow" from "yesterday" with our eyes.
Like an eye on a sprawling world Freely imposes a perspective of Aerial distances, cloudy scenes, And reduces parallels to the horizon, Introducing logic and order into the picture, - So the mind among the chaos of phenomena Distributes them according to the steps of Causality, time, space And strengthens with arches of number.
We, erecting cathedrals of cosmogonies, Do not reflect the external world in them, But only the edges of our ignorance. The systems of the world are casts of ancient souls, Mirror delirium of mutual reflections of Two opposing depths. There is no way out of the labyrinth of knowledge, And a person will never become Other than what he passionately believes in.
So be yourself the universe and the creator, Recognize yourself as divine and eternal And melt the worlds on the lyals of souls and faiths. Be a daring builder of the towers of Babel, You are the caster of sphinxes and chimeras.
STATE
From the totality of Excesses, speeds, Machines and greed, the state emerged. Citizenship was a fortress, a sword, Law and consent. The state Became the focus of Handicraft, scattered evil: A huge armored stomach In which people play the role of Digestive bacteria. Here Everything is built on profit and benefit, On the survival of the fit, On strength. His morality is healthy selfishness. The purpose of being is the process of digestion. The measure of culture is the cleanliness of the latrines and the capacity of the feces.
The oldest of the state regalia is the production of blood. The Judge, as the performer of Cain's functions, is infallible and inviolable. A killer without a patent is not a criminal, But a competitor: He has no mercy. Handicraft industry weeks 1000 omitted Within the monopoly economy.
Of all the violence, Perpetrated by a person over people, Murder is the least, The hardest is education. The rulers cannot Kill their heirs, but each Seeks to distort their fate. A usurper matures in a child from childhood, Which must be tamed in advance. The meaning of education: Self-defense of adults from children. Therefore behind the rank of executioners Goes the scientific committee of Comprachoses, Skillful in the production of Decontaminated Castrated citizens.
Fisk is robbery, and property is theft, Because theft is the only form of legal acquisition. The state has a monopoly on the production of counterfeit money. A profile on a coin And on a credit badge the coat of arms of the country There is the same thing as a fingerprint On an anthropometric sheet: A receipt for a crime. Only the hands of Robbers are deep enough to hold the loot. Thieves, Bandits and robbers - alone Worthy to be Ancestors of Ruling dynasties And ancestors of ruling houses.
And in our days, when it is necessary Universal, secret, equal and direct To choose a worthy one, - The only criterion For the election: The art of the candidate To slander the enemy And prove His ability to lie and crime. Therefore, the parliamentary leader is always the most arrogant And the most advocacy of all. Politics is a dirty business - It needs Practical people, Not squeamish about blood, Trade in corpses And buying sewage... But the voters still believe In the possibility of building an honest Government of the country out of three hundred scoundrels.
There are many truths, only one truth: Stamped recognized truth. It is prepared From dirty laundry Under the vigilant supervision of the state For all needs And tastes and brains. It is usually served with coffee Imprinted on fresh sheets, It is swallowed hastily in trams, And everyone who has taken an injection in the morning For the whole day has convictions And political views: Can argue, Make noise in meetings and vote. From state factories, Like alcohol, like syphilis, like opium, Patriotism, matches and tobacco, - From patent drugs - Newspaper There is the most powerful poison, Which gives the greatest income.
In a normal state outside the law There are two classes: Criminal And ruling. During revolutions They change places - In what Essentially there is no difference. But everyone who has seized power recognizes Himself as the sovereign axis of the state And abuses the right to plunder, Violence, propaganda and execution. In order to bring the bloody moonshine of civil wars, reprisals and lynchings To the expulsion of a normal court, the Revolutionary government must cover the liability of strife with an asset of terror. Thus the revolution, Shaking up the classes, Aggravates statehood: At each rebellious spasm of the savage masses, the iron gorlet of the garrote Compresses the cervical cartilage tighter. Trustworthiness, espionage, censorship, Proscriptions, denunciations and terror - These are the achievements And the genius of revolutions!
LEVIATHAN
The multitude united in one person is called the State - Civitas. Such is the origin of Leviathan, or, more reverently, of this Mortal God.
Hobbes. "Leviathan"
Rising in bold pride, Deprived of possessions and sons, Stretched out on the haystacks of cities, On the mound of the desecrated universe, - To me - Job - the Lord said: "Look: here is the king of beasts, the end of all creatures, Leviathan! both outside and inside Its harmonious structure And glorified the truth of my wisdom.
And now, like a mainland, from the abyss of foam, Soaring the Ocean, rose the Beast of beasts - Monstrous, huge, multi-membered ... In the depths of the beast, my eye discerned Heavy millstones whirling, A whirlwind of blades, flickering mirrored c20, And a quick fire, and lightning radiation.
"He was created by me on the seventh day, - Said the Lord, - All the lives of departure are wonderfully coordinated in him: Deprived of Consciousness - he is all digestion. And humanity has been included since ancient times - He lived in the plexus on the blood tree of His spine, and it moves in it the Great of the heart. You see Him dim, inert. Light streams like a red river, flickering in huge Senses. And deeper, in the dark abysses, Hunger gapes with eternal anguish. So that in these bowels, slow and malicious, Love and thought mysteriously cry out, I will create creatures like him, And I will give them power to devour one another."
And I saw how the abyss of the Ocean Spewed an army into the world of hungry octopuses: The abyss boiled up and became crimson. Well, I started cursing my birthday. I told:
"Why did You enlighten me with consciousness in this pitch darkness And, breathing a living spirit into me with a breath, Allowed me to become a slave of soulless forces, To be a mucus lived, wandered the juices of the stomach In the intestines of a monster?"
In angry peals From the storm the Lord answered: Who are you, To weigh the world with the scales of vanity And the meaning of blaspheming my plans? All the dust, all the flesh that I have sown, Will not become the purest of radiances When love melts the earthly world? These inert bodies hunger and anger - Only the first step to the conflagrations of love ... I myself descended into you, as into the bowels of a coffin, I myself languish with fire in your blood. As I seek you, so you seek the land. Burning - burn! Closed in a coffin - live! Do you accept my world like this?
"I accept..."
Dust is dust. I became the earth long ago: Plants bloomed for me, the sun shone for me. Everything that was flesh Dispersed like rainbow dust - Alive, nameless. And the ocean of times rolled the surf of centuries.
Suddenly the Call of the Archangel, Through and through sparkling With circles of copper sounds, shook the universe - And I remembered myself with every particle Scattered in the world.
In the whirlwind of flesh, the Decayed bones blossomed in the graves. In earthly wombs Life stirred. And the grass withered, the trees withered, the rays darkened, the sun grew cold.
The Great Silence has come. In the saffron And dim twilight the earth lay like an open graveyard. Like brown abscesses, Burial grounds swelled, opened, Revealing Shoots of pale flesh: pasterns With sprouts of thin fingers Stretched from the ground, Palms turned pink, Stems of arms and legs Sprouted with effort, Torsoes stood up, muscles swelled, And the living field of flesh quickly rose, Agitated and rustling.
When, like a dark tuber, In clods of earth and tangled hair, the head opened And the eyes of the dead opened wide, the sky was torn like a curtain, Time ran out, Space wrinkled And ceased to be.
And everyone inside himself saw the sun In the Animal Circle...
And he judged himself.
Voloshin Maximilian
In the Ways of Cain (A Tragedy of Material Culture)
M. Voloshin
IN THE WAYS OF CAIN
Tragedy of material culture
In the beginning there was a rebellion, The rebellion was against God, And God was a rebellion. And everything that exists began through rebellion.
From whirlwinds and confrontations arose the World of tangible And stable balances. And balance became matter. But this world, reasonable and cruel, was doomed by nature to decay.
In order to prevent matter from dying, a melting fire drank into it. He smolders in the "I", and the substance cannot embrace Him and suffocate Him. Fire is life. And in every point of the world Breathing, beating and burning. Not life and death, but death and Sunday - The creative rhythm of the rebellious fire.
The world is a ladder, along the steps of which a man walked. We touch what he left on his way. Animals and stars are the slags of the flesh, Burnt out in the creative fire: All in their turn served man as a Foot, And each step Was an uprising of the creative spirit.
Only two paths are open for beings Caught in the traps of balance: The path of rebellion and the path of adaptation. Rebellion is madness; The laws of nature are immutable. But in the struggle for the truth of the impossible, the Madman - Transubstantiates himself, And the one who has adapted freezes At the passed step. The beast is adapted to the inclinations of nature, And man stubbornly rakes Against the waterfall that carries the Universe Back into ancient chaos. He affirms God by rebellion, Creates by unbelief, builds by denial, He is the architect, And his sculptor is death, And clay is the whirlwinds of his own spirit.
The time has come for new rebellions And catastrophes: falls and madness. To the prudent: "Return to the herd", to the Rebel: "Re-create yourself."
Human flesh is a scroll on which all the dates of being are marked.
Like milestones, leaving on the road Lagging brothers: Birds, animals and fish, By the way of fire, he walked through nature. Blood is the first sign of earthly rebellion, And the second sign is a torch blown by the wind.
In the beginning there was a single Ocean Smoking on a red-hot bed. And in this hot bosom an insoluble knot of life was tied up: flesh Pierced by breath and beating. The planet is cold. Lives flared up. Our ancestor, who from the chilled waters dragged out his fish carcass to the earth, took away the whole ancient ocean with the breath of ebb and flow, with the primary heat and salt of the waters - the living blood flowing in the veins.
Monstrous creatures bred In the shallows. The exacting sculptor Washed off the face of the earth and again created Appearances and forms. The Invisible Man was among the earthly flock. Sliding down from the poles, solid ice Crushed the life that teemed in the valleys. Then the fire of the lit fire Informed the animals about the man.
There are two fires: the manual fire of the dwelling, The fire of the fireplace, kitchens and stoves, The fire of lamps and sacrifices, Forge furnaces, furnaces and furnaces, The fire of hearts - invisible and dark, Ignited in the depths from underground lavas .. And there is the fire of arsons and fires, Steppe bonfires, camps, lighthouses, The fire that licked witches and sorcerers, The fire of leaders, alchemists, prophets, The violent flame of revolts, The indomitable torch of Prometheus, Ignited by him from a thunderous arrow.
Kos 1000 ter from the beast burned a man And melted the first family with blood. And the woman - the guardian of the ashes From the ancient female revealed the faces of the Sister and the mother, the Vestal and the harlot. Ever since Agni's verdant nest has been built in the ashes of the hearth, the cave has become a temple, the meal has become a sacrament, the fire has become an altar, the household has become a divine service. And humanity fed And bred Before the eye of the formidable Seeking God, And in the hearth the alloys From silver, from gold, from bronze were defended: Civil system, religion, family.
Thousands of years of fiery culture Have passed since the first man Built a roof over the nest of the Firebird, And to the tunes of the fiery Rigveda Pramanta - a pestle in a wooden hole, Rotating on a vein string, Became a sign of self-will - Prometheus. And man recognized himself as a fire, riveted in the dungeon of a tight flesh.
On the shallows of the unknown sea, Sinbad the Wanderer picked up a bottle, Riveted with Solomon's seal, And, having opened it, he suddenly fell into the power of the closed, furious Genie in it. It is not difficult to free and unbridle Unknown dormant wills: It is more difficult to force them to obey oneself.
When the unawakened man was still sucking from the sleep of good nature, And rosy dreams veiled Visions of the daytime world, the plowman Closed his eyes so as not to see the faun running across the field, And on the roads it was easier to meet God than man, And the shepherd, Listening to the noises, discerned In the breath of the wind someone's prophetic voice, When, dispersed Then by consciousness, the forces appeared to Him in their true guises And he entered into a struggle and agreements With living wills that fanned His hearth, turned the wheel, Healed the flesh, indicated the water, -Then he knew how You can force yourself to serve Undine and Salamander, And he himself tried to overcome Their weaknesses and passions.
But then, When from pre-temporal dreams He woke up to a miserly day, blinded From sunlight and lost the gift of clairvoyance And began, like a child, To feel and weigh nature, When before him the elements decomposed into weight and number, - he forgot dehydrated nature alive All the same forces that seize And the will and passions of man.
Meanwhile, they live in a transfigured world. And greedy Kobolts Smelt the steel and guard the ores. The wrath of the Salamanders burns in the hot furnaces, In the living ray the dancing Elves Glide along the wires And rush in ringing currents; Demons of deserts, simums, hurricanes Rejoice in whirlwinds of explosions, Doze in mines And shake motors of cars; Undines of rivers and Nixes of waterfalls Work in turbines and boilers.
But a person does not distinguish the faces, Once so familiar, and thinks of Himself as the only lord of the elements: Not seeing that in the markets and bazaars, Behind the illusory nature of the exchange game, Between the spirits of the elements and man The same ancient dispute does not fade away; That a person, freeing the forces of the Eternal balances of matter, Himself becomes a toy in their hands.
Therefore, behind each new revelation of nature, thousands of years of slavery and violence await, And life teaches us like blind puppies, And pokes its nose long and hard Into the bloody, spreading slurry, Until the hatred of the enemy for the enemy Is replaced by mutual respect, Equal to the strength Once shifted from foundations of man. Each step in the field of cognition Corresponds to the same step of Self-denial: The will of the substance Must be balanced by love. And magic: The art of subordinating the inert nature to the Spiritual will.
But people are not intelligent. Therefore, the laws of life are not written in books, but forged in muzzles and blades, in weapons of destruction and machines.
A brotherhood was born from a fist: Cain was the first to find a decent gesture to express a kindred feeling, anticipating the Words of other times: "Enemies are close to us, And he who does not leave his Father and mother, he will not follow me." He understood the truth that the first person we meet is more a brother than those who are close by blood.
He - the first farmer - hated the Blood of sacrificial animals and brought the Fruits and the ear of the 1000th plowed field As a gift to God, Thirsty for the vapors of blood. But his bloodless gift was rejected, And he killed the nomad Who trampled the crops. "Is this blood pleasing to you, Yahweh?" And he left with a flaming brand: "He who will touch Cain from now on will be marked sevenfold."
Having broken the ties of consanguinity, He understood the hops of loneliness And the bitter spirit of freedom. Builder of cities - built the first prisons; Forger of metals - He forged the first plow, ax and knife; The creator of music, - Listening to the wind, He cut out the flute And pulled the string; Catcher of animals - on the walls of the cave He circled with a chisel Visions of heated dreams: Buffaloes, mammoths, wild boars and deer.
Thus he became the ancestor of all murderers, criminals, prophets - the initiator of Crafts, arts, sciences and heresies.
The fist is a handful of fingers, the pastern of the hand, Clutching a hand or a weapon, This is the strength of Cain.
Laws of the fist have grown up Beautiful and meek in comparison With the law of gunpowder and the law of the machine gun. Their equality is in the ultimate tension of the Free muscles, Freedom is in the balance of Animal power with the forces of nature.
When a bloody banner with the motto "Freedom, brotherhood, equality or death" rises from the flames of popular uprisings, Its staff is clamped in Your fist, Cain, the first murderer.
The sword created justice.
Bound by violence, honed for vengeance, He, along with blood, was saturated with the spirit of the Saints and the righteous, beheaded by Him. And she began to handle his ark For their relics. (Help to raise to the lips - Until now, the gesture of a military salute). And in this the sword was worthy of the cross - the pillory, which became the most sacred of the symbols of love.
M. Voloshin
IN THE WAYS OF CAIN
Tragedy of material culture
In the beginning there was a rebellion, The rebellion was against God, And God was a rebellion. And everything that exists began through rebellion.
From whirlwinds and confrontations arose the World of tangible And stable balances. And balance became matter. But this world, reasonable and cruel, was doomed by nature to decay.
In order to prevent matter from dying, a melting fire drank into it. He smolders in the "I", and the substance cannot embrace Him and suffocate Him. Fire is life. And in every point of the world Breathing, beating and burning. Not life and death, but death and Sunday - The creative rhythm of the rebellious fire.
The world is a ladder, along the steps of which a man walked. We touch what he left on his way. Animals and stars are the slags of the flesh, Burnt out in the creative fire: All in their turn served man as a Foot, And each step Was an uprising of the creative spirit.
Only two paths are open for beings Caught in the traps of balance: The path of rebellion and the path of adaptation. Rebellion is madness; The laws of nature are immutable. But in the struggle for the truth of the impossible, the Madman - Transubstantiates himself, And the one who has adapted freezes At the passed step. The beast is adapted to the inclinations of nature, And man stubbornly rakes Against the waterfall that carries the Universe Back into ancient chaos. He affirms God by rebellion, Creates by unbelief, builds by denial, He is the architect, And his sculptor is death, And clay is the whirlwinds of his own spirit.
The time has come for new rebellions And catastrophes: falls and madness. To the prudent: "Return to the herd", to the Rebel: "Re-create yourself."
Human flesh is a scroll on which all the dates of being are marked.
Like milestones, leaving on the road Lagging brothers: Birds, animals and fish, By the way of fire, he walked through nature. Blood is the first sign of earthly rebellion, And the second sign is a torch blown by the wind.
In the beginning there was a single Ocean Smoking on a red-hot bed. And in this hot bosom an insoluble knot of life was tied up: flesh Pierced by breath and beating. The planet is cold. Lives flared up. Our ancestor, who from the chilled waters dragged out his fish carcass to the earth, took away the whole ancient ocean with the breath of ebb and flow, with the primary heat and salt of the waters - the living blood flowing in the veins.
Monstrous creatures bred In the shallows. The exacting sculptor Washed off the face of the earth and again created Appearances and forms. The Invisible Man was among the earthly flock. Sliding down from the poles, solid ice Crushed the life that teemed in the valleys. Then the fire of the lit fire Informed the animals about the man.
There are two fires: the manual fire of the dwelling, The fire of the fireplace, kitchens and stoves, The fire of lamps and sacrifices, Forge furnaces, furnaces and furnaces, The fire of hearts - invisible and dark, Ignited in the depths from underground lavas .. And there is the fire of arsons and fires, Steppe bonfires, camps, lighthouses, The fire that licked witches and sorcerers, The fire of leaders, alchemists, prophets, The violent flame of revolts, The indomitable torch of Prometheus, Ignited by him from a thunderous arrow.
Kos 1000 ter from the beast burned a man And melted the first family with blood. And the woman - the guardian of the ashes From the ancient female revealed the faces of the Sister and the mother, the Vestal and the harlot. Ever since Agni's verdant nest has been built in the ashes of the hearth, the cave has become a temple, the meal has become a sacrament, the fire has become an altar, the household has become a divine service. And humanity fed And bred Before the eye of the formidable Seeking God, And in the hearth the alloys From silver, from gold, from bronze were defended: Civil system, religion, family.
Thousands of years of fiery culture Have passed since the first man Built a roof over the nest of the Firebird, And to the tunes of the fiery Rigveda Pramanta - a pestle in a wooden hole, Rotating on a vein string, Became a sign of self-will - Prometheus. And man recognized himself as a fire, riveted in the dungeon of a tight flesh.
On the shallows of the unknown sea, Sinbad the Wanderer picked up a bottle, Riveted with Solomon's seal, And, having opened it, he suddenly fell into the power of the closed, furious Genie in it. It is not difficult to free and unbridle Unknown dormant wills: It is more difficult to force them to obey oneself.
When the unawakened man was still sucking from the sleep of good nature, And rosy dreams veiled Visions of the daytime world, the plowman Closed his eyes so as not to see the faun running across the field, And on the roads it was easier to meet God than man, And the shepherd, Listening to the noises, discerned In the breath of the wind someone's prophetic voice, When, dispersed Then by consciousness, the forces appeared to Him in their true guises And he entered into a struggle and agreements With living wills that fanned His hearth, turned the wheel, Healed the flesh, indicated the water, -Then he knew how You can force yourself to serve Undine and Salamander, And he himself tried to overcome Their weaknesses and passions.
But then, When from pre-temporal dreams He woke up to a miserly day, blinded From sunlight and lost the gift of clairvoyance And began, like a child, To feel and weigh nature, When before him the elements decomposed into weight and number, - he forgot dehydrated nature alive All the same forces that seize And the will and passions of man.