I think the point here is that Russian tends to be the odd one. I’m not sure how representative a set this is, though it certainly appeals to my intuition. :)
I’m memorizing this prayer (http://viranadiylybov.blogspot.com/2012/07/blog-post_3021.html), a version of the Nicene Creed, in preparation for becoming a god father. :)
Ugh. Agonizing literary interview.
How long will it be possible for censoring, dogmatic liberals to celebrate their victory over the censoring, dogmatic church via pornography? Isn’t it painfully obvious that the secular religion of post-modernism is guilty of all the same intolerance but without the excuse of being eugenic and civilization building.
In an interview with French paper La Croix, Engdahl said that the “professionalisation” of the job of the writer, via grants and financial support, was having a negative effect on literature. “Even though I understand the temptation, I think it cuts writers off from society, and creates an unhealthy link with institutions,” he told La Croix. “Previously, writers would work as taxi drivers, clerks, secretaries and waiters to make a living. Samuel Beckett and many others lived like this. It was hard – but they fed themselves, from a literary perspective.”
Engdahl, who together with his fellow members of the 18-strong academy is preparing to select the winner of this year’s Nobel literature award, and announce the choice on Thursday, 9 October, said it was on “our western side that there is a problem, because when reading many writers from Asia and Africa, one finds a certain liberty again”.
Even though the Iowa Writers’ Workshop made for two of the best years of my life, I agree with his criticism:
“[The system of academic grants] cuts writers off from society, and creates an unhealthy link with institutions.”
If you don’t have exposure to the market, you don’t have exposure to the real world. The problem is probably exacerbated by academia’s religious devotion to errant ideologies.
“Every man who does not have a trade must eventually become a rogue” ~ Baruch Spinoza
“…as a practitioner, my thinking is rooted in the belief that you cannot go from books to problems, but the reverse, from problems to books.” ~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb
” Learn a trade so that you experience the real world. Identify a problem that exists in the real world. . . . Otherwise you invent a mystical hammer and go on and endless search for the appropriate nails – which you seem to find all over the place.” ~ Curt Doolittle
I’ve been waiting for this all my life.
500 Words Per Minute:
(No, this post doesn’t have anything to do with Ukraine, I’m just excited for this new technology. The world is becoming a better place . . . I think.)
“How can a man die better,
than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods.”
What a bunch of incoherent communist poppy-cock!
Since when has academia demonstrated hostility to communism?
“the materialism behind the increasingly sinister Soviet regime.” – wtf???
“the scientific rationality that led to Hiroshima and Nagasaki” – ???
“It was a dream that, after 1939, would vanish almost as quickly as Communism in America.” – ???
If the CIA was determined to snuff out post-modernism at the IWW, why were they so eagerly supporting it in the visual arts? (Huffington Post: Modern Art Was CIA Weapon)
Maybe, just maybe, people favoring rational, coherent narratives has little to do with CIA conspiracies, and more to do with them loving the world and their ability to perceive it.
Last night I spoke about war, literature, and the Fire and Forget collection alongside a discussion of another book about Afghanistan “Knyha Zabuttya” (Book of Forgetting), by veteran of the Soviet-Afghan war Vasyl Slapchuk, at the Lviv bookstore Ye, during their monthly “Sector of Literary Criticism.”
5 middle aged women are unloading 18 tons of frozen mushrooms. When they speak amongst themselves I cant understand it.
I asked the apparent leader, the lady with the clipboard, whether the second language on the signs we passed was Romanian or Hungarian. She said it could have been either. Maybe even Moldovan, she added proudly.
For the word ‘Rose’:
The annoying website insists you either subscribe or read through a grey over-lay:
I hate to admit it, but this article seems to futher support one of Nietzsche many aphorisms: That writing is a discipline for the weak and embattled.
Areta’s account of diaspora Ukrainian words versus their modern Ukrainian counter parts is much more comprehensive then mine.
What do you think, mom?
I think it’s a testimony to the power of Soviet propaganda that I, upon revealing myself as an American, am still occasionally greeted with the joking inquiry:
“Are you a spy?”
The greater the tyranny, the more deeply the perception of enemies must be entrenched in the minds of the masses.
Despite the fact that McDonald’s seems to be thriving, most Ukrainians seem outright paranoid about chemicals in their food.
Recently, a potential landlord assured me that his lease agreement was standard and honest.
“No chemicals in here,” he insisted. (Тут ніякої хімії нема.)
Very cute. :)
In Western Ukraine, there is a strong preference toward the national language. :)
I was carrying a plastic bag in addition to my shoulder bag, so I think that helped me look Ukrainian. As is becoming my routine, I worked till 6:30 in the morning, then went to the gym, then went to eat. Mafia, a Japanese & Italian food franchise with good wifi wasn’t opening for another 10 minutes, so I went to the Videnski Bulochky (Viennese Buns) next door. I ordered in Ukrainian and the lady asked me something extensive in Russian.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand very well,” I said in Ukrainian.
She cocked her head and looked at me like I was teasing her. “You don’t speak Russian?” She asked, eyeing my clothes. I probably looked too modern for her guess that I’d just arrived from some village.
I would like to speak Russian. I studied it for two years in high school, but remember very little. I’m sure I’ll get better the more time I spend in Kyiv. People describe the Ukrainian – Russian divide as a west-east divide, and it is, generally, but it’s just as much a country-city divide. When I visited the Parkhomivka Art Museum in the countryside near Kharkiv, people spoke Ukrainian.
“No,” I said.
“You speak Ukrainian, but don’t understand Russian?”
“Yes,” I said, then, to assuage any belief that I might be teasing her, I added: “I’m from America.”
“You’re from America and you don’t speak Russian, but you speak Ukrainian?” she asked, now smiling.
“I’ve before met anyone from America who speaks Ukrainian, but not Russian.” She confirmed that I wanted the omelet breakfast and asked if I wanted tea or coffee, green or black tea, then lemon or honey.
Good wifi here. :)