Vladimir Mayakovsky. American Poet's Daughter. Part 5

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Vladimir Mayakovsky. American Poet's Daughter. Part 5
Vladimir Mayakovsky. American Poet's Daughter. Part 5

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Vladimir Mayakovsky. American poet's daughter. Part 5

For the urethral, ​​there are no children of his own and others', for him "all our children", and you need to take care of everyone as the future of the pack. This is confirmed in his work - poems dedicated to children. He was the first in whose poems for children the theme of morality, morality and even vocational guidance arose.

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The poet learns about the birth of his daughter from Russian-American Ellie Jones in Russia. Mayakovsky met his daughter once in Nice and, as Elena Vladimirovna herself testifies, allowed her, three years old, to draw on his notes. Researchers of the poet's work are trying to adjust his daughter's perception to their own attitude towards family and children, typical of people with an anal vector, for whom home is the main thing in life. It is useless to speculate and lament the restraint of the feelings of such a fiery poet and person as Mayakovsky.

The secret lies in his congenital urethral-sound ligament of vectors. For the urethral, ​​there are no children of his own and others', for him "all our children" and you need to take care of everyone as the future of society. This is confirmed in his work - poems dedicated to children.


While in the young Republic of Soviets, around and around the pedagogical process, discussions were smoldering about how to educate the nascent Soviet generation, to what extent and at what age it is permissible to introduce a social and political theme into children's literature, Mayakovsky, without waiting for the end of the empty debate of expressed his attitude to bureaucratic written permissions with the words: "Any piece of paper to the devil with your mothers …" He reads his poems from scenes large and small, in which he explains "what is good and what is bad."

In his children's poetry, there is no lisp or fabulous images of Mukh-tsokotukh and Komarikov with flashlights. Mayakovsky's poems are clear, rhythmic, and effective. He was the first in whose poems for children the theme of morality, morality and even vocational guidance arose. A small person should prepare himself for a great future, "reeling on his mustache" that "all works are good, choose the taste!"

“We did not teach dialectics according to Hegel. With the clatter of battles, she burst into verse"

Yuri Karabchievsky - one of the authors of the scandalous samizdat anthology "Metropole", published in Moscow in 1979 with a circulation of 12 copies and presenting uncensored texts by famous Soviet writers, wrote in the book "The Resurrection of Mayakovsky" that "we did not study the work of Mayakovsky himself from collections poetry. The lines of his works were memorized by us, who did not yet know how to read, repeated after the kindergarten teacher in preparation for the matinee. They were remembered from the voice of the teacher and pioneer leader, and later - from the intonation of an actor or announcer. The lines were etched into the memory with the headline of a newspaper article, an appeal from a banner or poster. The poet has entered our life so comprehensively and firmly, how many-sided was his work”.

Other great poets are also quoted, but as many as Mayakovsky - none. Because only his poetry was so consonant with the era: short, expressive, laconic. Its main feature is its slogan, sharpness, and memorability. It was for this that he was scolded and not accepted by his literary colleagues, believing that he was an upstart and careerist. And he was an innovator in everything: in the dissemination of his own poems, in the creation of advertising texts, not counting, like Salvador Dali, working in advertising something shameful and humiliating for a creative person of his scale.


"Nowhere except in Mosselprom"

The poet, in whom creative energy and strength seethed, forcing him to work a lot and extra urgently, is often accused of the fact that, receiving money line by line, he took up any tasteless propaganda, posters, slogans, advertising and, as they would say today, was engaged in design development packaging and even candy wrappers.

“Nowhere but in Mosselprom,” the posters read, forcing buyers to easily and quickly memorize the slogan. The creative tandem of Vladimir Mayakovsky with the artist and photographer Alexander Rodchenko is an example of a successful union of the first Soviet advertisers. Their main advertiser is the state, which is interested, first of all, in the sale of its products, consumer goods, and not in imports.

It was they - Rodchenko and Mayakovsky - who went down in history as innovators, PR people, in modern terms, the founders of the first agency, they defined the face of Soviet advertising, fulfilling orders from large trade enterprises. According to their layouts and sketches, signs were created, magazines were illustrated: "There were no better nipples and there are no - I am ready to suck until old age."

Mayakovsky was ahead of his time. He turned to his opponents, explaining that one in the audience would hear his poems, and then 10 people would buy his books. Mass character is the main criterion for a poet. Vladimir Mayakovsky largely disagreed with Sergei Yesenin, who tried to separate Russia from the young Soviet republic. Inviting him to LEF, Mayakovsky asked: “Where are we going to go to Georgia, Armenia, Ukraine?..” He saw the future only in the unity of peoples. Mayakovsky tried to cover the entire audience, the entire people, the entire flock, cover them with his pheromones of the urethral leader, call and lead. And he succeeded, just as in the 70s Vladimir Vysotsky managed to become a truly national poet.

Mayakovsky's poetry was designed for the broad masses of the people, it was to them, going to the front or building a new life, that he passionately and ardently called out at rallies and meetings, destroying at intellectual disputes poets of any other persuasion who glorified "green-eyed naiads" and "pink roses" … Desperate to find a response from his contemporaries, Mayakovsky in many of his works appeals to descendants.


"Every truancy is a joy to the enemy"

If Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin is considered the creator of the Russian language, then Mayakovsky was its innovator. Naturally, the "clumsy" style, as the poet himself said, was clearer to the semi-literate workers and peasants. The poet, as if from his poetic Olympus, descended to the people, talking with them in the same dialect, calling, captivating, joking with short, memorable phrases, sometimes even ditties, while never flirting with anyone or bending over.

He understands that the gains of the revolution need to be defended, therefore he participates in the creation of "Windows ROSTA - Russian Telegraph Agency". This special information form invented by him can be called a harbinger of TASS. In the new artistic and literary direction, Mayakovsky's talent as a publicist, poster artist, agitator was fully manifested.

Reports from the fronts of the Civil War were instantly transformed into posters with an assessment of the events on which the number of conscripts depended. As an urethral leader leading a muscular army, Mayakovsky, being an absolutely civilian man, in accordance with his natural role with a word-appeal, led the same muscles who were ready to give their lives for the revolution, for the promised "Land to the peasants", "Factories - workers ".

That is, the same “bestial crowd”, as the rebellious people in “Cursed Days” called the Nobel Prize laureate Ivan Bunin, who did not hesitate to be raised, fed, well-groomed, dressed and shod with these very “cattle” even before the 17th year.

The representative of the ancient noble family, Bunin, did not hesitate in expressions, calling Lenin a "geek" and "a moral idiot from birth." One could sympathize with the writer who lost everything he had in Russia and mourned his losses in an anal way, but what about the outright lie caused by hatred of the destruction of his native traditional way of life?

How can you trust a world famous writer who slandered his literary fellows in "Cursed Days"? In what typhoid nightmare Bunin dreamed that "Mayakovsky … with toad lips … without any invitation came up to us, pushed a chair between us and began to eat from our plates and drink from our glasses." It is difficult to call this phrase even a hyperbole. Vladimir Vladimirovich, no doubt, was known for his free disposition, but he was distinguished by manic cleanliness, elevating hygiene to a cult. “What a heavy, heavy man he was! - say about Mayakovsky Elsa Triol, sister of Lily Brik. - Eternal nagging at all service personnel, quarrels with their own housekeepers, calling restaurant directors and writing long, detailed complaints … Mania for accuracy, reaching the point of pedantry …"


Nora Polonskaya wrote that “he was very squeamish. I never took hold of the railing; I opened the door handle with a handkerchief. Glasses were usually examined for a long time and rubbed. He came up with the idea of ​​drinking beer, holding the handle of the mug with his left hand. He assured that no one drinks like that, so no one's lips touched the place that brings it to the mouth. He was very suspicious, he was afraid of any cold - with an insignificant increase in temperature, he went to bed."

"I have not lived my earthly, I have not loved my earthly"

Mayakovsky was afraid of aging. He comes up with some incredible forms of preserving youth, for example, through freezing. In general, he considers cryotherapy as one of the ways to prolong youth seriously.

In this sense, he was ahead of time, trying to look into future centuries, moving the characters of his works there. Still not knowing how, making guesses and assumptions, Mayakovsky understood that the 45–55 years of life allotted to his contemporaries was too short, and he, with his, perhaps even naive, methods was looking for ways to extend it. Any of the great poets, and Vladimir Vladimirovich was no exception, is considered a prophet. The answer to this prophecy is to be found in the set of its natural vectors.

Mayakovsky is perhaps the only Russian Soviet poet to whom so many different emotions fell. He was deified, abused and hated, crucified and resurrected. In the middle of the 19th century, Wilhelm Kuchelbecker, a friend and schoolmate of Pushkin in the Lyceum, wrote: “The fate of the poets of all tribes is bitter; The hardest fate is to execute Russia …"

This refers to the great Russian poets - Pushkin, Lermontov, whose fates were tragically cut short. However, this list can be continued with the names of Blok, Yesenin and, of course, Mayakovsky.

The poet's suicide was preceded by events of a creative and personal nature, which caused a deep depression. The new Mayakovsky-playwright, who could hardly fit into the direction of socialist realism, was scolded and refused to stage. The twentieth anniversary of the poet's creativity, which passed unnoticed by the government and the press, was a blow not only to his urethral pride, but also made him doubt the correctness of his own creative direction. The dream of the apoliticality of art crashed into reality. Lilya Yuryevna said that "Mayakovsky, accustomed to NEP comparative freedom, to private publishers, to LEF, was finding it difficult to get used to the new environment: inexorable multi-stage censorship, pogrom criticism under the banner of partyism," and in the office where the poet was preparing a passport, hinted that from his new play "Bath" breathes a Trotskyist smell."

The romanticism of the revolution passed, but he did not notice it and the romantic poet, who glorified it, was not ready for this. A similar tragedy happened to Nester Ivanovich Makhno, who, seeing romanticism in the coming changes, did not notice the changes taking place nearby. As a result, he was left alone with his sonic idea of ​​the times of anarchic youth. Mayakovsky, too, was left alone with his enormous talent, which no one needed. The visual vector, which successfully made an elephant out of a fly, did him a disservice. He regarded all the events of the last months of his life with great visual exaggeration: he saw them as a disaster.


Bullet point at the end

For poets who have a natural urethral-sound ligament, both vectors are in eternal confrontation with each other, with the exception, perhaps, of one common property, but more on that below. In the meantime, the urethral passion for fulfilling desires manifests itself in all its four-dimensional excitement of receiving pleasures from life, from love, from the rapture of creativity, audience sympathy, a cheerful and sweeping confrontation of envious hostility … So that later, when the intoxication of courage passes, left alone with their sound voids, knocking down a degree below zero, to break into a chilling abyss of sound depression and behind a door that has not yet closed, behind the unabashed steps of a beloved, spin a drum with a single cartridge with cold fingers, shoot in the heart or temple, hoping with this act to erase the line between the physical and the spiritual calmed down forever.

Suicide, which the poet decided on, was conceived by him long ago. This is evidenced by a previously written farewell letter and a telegram sent by him himself: "Mayakovsky shot himself."

The common property of the sound specialist and the urethralist consists in the same complete indifference to his own body, more precisely, to its value. Vladimir Vladimirovich, visually fearful of death from any infection, carefully monitored the cleanliness of his body and the objects around him, forced the waiters in restaurants before they brought him an order to wash wine glasses, plates and cutlery with boiled water, opened the doors, touching handles only through a handkerchief, did everything to avoid being drafted to the front, fearing a stray bullet. At the same time, he was not at all worried about the fear of death from the trigger erected by his own hand during the repeated play of Russian Roulette.

Urethral temperament, emotional swings, visual blackmail: "Lily, love me …" - and the syndrome of an unfilled sound vector pushed Mayakovsky out of the generally accepted, philistine, routine rut with its salon, "flickering the same muzzles", purchase orders in Berlin and Parisians of "shiny stockings, colorful dresses and suitable little cars" were forced to move at random in search of risk, alternating the excitement of a player on a billiard or card table with the spontaneous prudence of "Russian Roulette". Condemning Yesenin's suicide, Mayakovsky polemicized with the departed poet: “In this life it is not difficult to die. Making life much more difficult."

Marina Tsvetaeva, who knew Mayakovsky and Yesenin, will continue the supposed dialogue of the poets who met in the next world, reprovingly remarking: “… Worthless, Seryozha! … Worthless, Volodya!”, And after 11 years, she herself could not resist on the edge, she would also“fall into this abyss”.

The highest degree of sound egocentrism of a suicide, in fact, like any other, hides from him, first of all, his personal tragedy, which consists in the rejection of the “great victim” by the general psychic matrix, which did not want to leave its imprint on it. In a word, the mortal body has not yet had time to reach the ground, as the soul is already in the queue for the start to go back and start "working on mistakes."


"I will walk through my native country as the slanting rain passes"

Vladimir Mayakovsky did not pass by. Six years after his death, Lilya Brik turns to Stalin with a letter asking him not to forget the poet. Stalin reacted unequivocally: "Vladimir Mayakovsky was the best, most talented poet of our Soviet era." He became the first, whose "pen was equated with a bayonet", who was really interested in the life of his country and all his talents as an artist, poet and playwright glorified his fatherland, his Republic.

Mayakovsky lived a short life, but he left to descendants such a huge inheritance, which will be enough for many more generations. With his work, he managed to grasp the nerve of modernity, to find the most important words and forms of their expression, which were needed, needed and will be needed by people of the whole planet.

Listen, comrade descendants, the

agitator, the throat-leader.

Drowning the streams of poetry, I step through the lyrical volumes, as if speaking alive with living.

Read other parts:

Part 1. The star discovered by Lilya Brik

Part 2. “I was kicked out of the 5th grade. Let's go to throw them into Moscow prisons"

Part 3. The Queen of Spades of Soviet Literature and the Patroness of Talents

Part 4. The love boat crashed …

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