poemless. a slap in the face of public taste.

August 6, 2010

Odds & Ends: Civilization and its Discontents Edition

“To me, culture is, first and foremost, a matter of literature.” That’s what Dmitry “Collapse Gap” Orlov says. But what of those who are unable to read? Not because they are pathetic saps with the misfortune to be born in a country where the skill of literacy is only appreciated in as much as it gets Oprah to make you buy things, even if they are books. But because you are blind? Or something? For clear (or blurry, as it were) reasons, I have been contemplating the phenomenon of audio books. No. I couldn’t live like that. Celebrity culture has infiltrated every other aspect of entertainment. I don’t want to hear the voice of an Oscar winning actor when I am escaping into literature. But I do need to read. Otherwise I will be reduced to a person who only gets information from my circle of friends and family and neighbors and coworkers, the tv, or the radio. Like the rest of America. Next thing you know, I will be joining the Tea Party and having opinions about “American Idol.” I’d try to download podcasts (a word that already smacks of obsolescence) but would not know how to do that blind. I have no ear for music. What would I do to nourish my soul, inform my opinions, fill the space & time between crawling into bed and falling into slumber? I know what you are thinking. Uhm, get a mate?

It’s on my list of to-do’s. But right now I want to share with you some things I have been able to read, or read about, recently. Unfortunately, the gift of sight does not come without a price. Sometimes your eyes will fall upon words that make you truly wish you were blind. Then again, sometimes Dmitry Orlov is a genius.

I. (Oh, and I am preparing the ground for an imminent Russian invasion of America, btw.)

Moscow Diaries: “Hello, goodbye.”

True/Slant.com has finally died a proper death, but let it be known it held on to its quaint values of paying bloggers and discouraging comments until its last day, and did not give up the good fight before It Girl Julia Ioffe was able to present this bizarre and perplexing defense to her critics:

Because who really believes in the virgin peachiness of the Yeltsin era? Who really thinks Kasparov or his cohort are a realistic choice to lead Russia? And really — and this is a question for all the commenters who accuse me of subterfuge and of preparing the ground for an imminent American invasion of Russia — really who is rooting for Russia’s demise? Who? To be brutally honest: no one in the world give that much of a shit about Russia to actively want America to take over. Maybe you’ve heard about how insular and navel-gazing Americans are? And maybe apathy is a more apt definition of a “Russophobe,” but then it isn’t much of the toothy ogre you’re looking to beat your chest about and make you feel once again to be the fulcrum of world history, is it?

It’s no concern of mine whether she is raving mad foaming at the mouth with hatred for her native land (I go there sometimes too) or she is so cool and disinterested she can’t be bothered to form an opinion one way or another. But it is a concern of mine when people open the door and allow logic to escape while pontificating about US-Russia relations. In quick order, actual responses to her rhetorical questions:

1) A lot of those navel-gazing Americans, actually. 2) Kasparov or his cohort and anyone giving them money or a soapbox, one expects. 3) What’s stranger, that anyone could believe this young woman is preparing the ground for an American invasion of Russia, or that she could believe it necessary to use her last T/S post to defend against such an accusation? 4) “no one in the world give that much of a shit about Russia to actively want America to take over.” What does this sentence even mean? Giving a shit about a country => wanting America to take it over? I understand it to imply the opposite among people who are not Ahmed Chalabi. People want to take over places because they care about them? If you are accused of not liking Russia, you are probably being accused of not caring about Russia, not caring too much. No one in the world cares very much about Russia? As much as anyone in the world cares very much about any country, it seems to me that the risks involved in not caring about Russia make the alternative far more appealing. So at least a few of us do. Re: this “takeover,” are you talking military takeover or ideological or financial takeover? Are you referring to official takeover, or the use of money, power and public relations to achieve significant enough influence to ensure Russia acts in the interests of America before its own? … Clearly Julia Ioffe is no toothy ogre – she’s quite the beauty in fact, and probably harmless, given her naivety: apathy is not dangerous or cause for chest beating? Oh? Beneath Ioffe’s flippant remarks, it seems real concerns remain unaddressed.

What have we learned today, readers? You can fight fire with fire, and strawmen with strawmen, but I’d advise against fighting fire with straw…

… or fighting ideas with fire.

II. How hot is it in Moscow? What is 451°F in Celsius?

Some opposition activist took a lighter to Surkov’s book.

Coincidentally, the activist was arrested that very night for his involvement in a protest against the destruction of a local forest. Don’t tell him books come from trees.

Все произошло в пятницу вечером, когда Виталий Шушкевич отмечал свой день рождения в компании друзей и не только в районе станции метро «Китай-город». На праздник пришли также Мария Дрокова из кремлевского проекта «Наши» и Мария Сергеева — бывшая активистка «Молодой Гвардии», которая всем запомнилась призывом не ругать русские машины. Среди подарков имениннику была и зажигалка с книгой речей и статей господина Суркова. Несмотря на присутствие среди молодых людей комиссара «Наших», Виталий Шушкевич книгу сжег.

Image source: Live Journal user plucer.

So nice to see the young champions of democracy and civil rights holding a good old-fashioned book burning. That’s the spirit! Though I’m not sure we can really justify setting unnecessary fires in Russia’s current incendiary condition… Still, I’m sure that’s one less beach babe who will be turned into a Nashist zombie, carrying out Surkov’s wicked, wicked plan to modernize the country and replace conscription with an army of giant felt vegetables. Good work, Shushkevich.

Image source: Live Journal user brainw45h.

Image source: Idiot.fm.

Looks like Slava has taken his own advice, “Innovate, gentlemen!,” and is branching out into new methods for achieving creepiness.

Speaking of the Ministry of Ideology:

III. Art as Ammunition!

ARTicle: “Mightier than the Bayonet?”

One of my favorite topics is propaganda. It is often taken to mean the dissemination of misleading or biased or plainly untrue information, rather than the promotion of any agenda, be it noble or malicious. I think it is because we believe ourselves capable of real objectivity. Like the swing voters. Or Julia. As if taking no personal position on anything were more responsible than taking a firm but well-informed one. But of course no one is omniscient, and some things are worth fighting for. Some agendas are worth promoting. The AIC looks at the role of Soviet propaganda posters in the fight against the Nazis:

The word propaganda might initially sound pejorative. Propaganda has been historically perceived as a malevolent method of spreading false rumors. But might we also interpret propaganda as a means of providing a nation courage and willingness to fight in the face of immeasurable odds? Such was the task of the Soviet news agency (TASS) window-posters created in the Soviet Union during the Second World War—and such is the content of Windows on the War, a massive exhibition of these “propaganda” posters that will be mounted at the Art Institute next summer.

Propagandistic posters are usually focused on bolstering support on the home front and distanced from the reality of the battlefield. However, the makers of the TASS Windows had a different idea: to use their creative skills as ammunition in the fight against the Germans. Art became a weapon.

The poster above, number 1000, acts as a visual manifesto for the TASS studio. Above the picture is a quote by Vladimir Mayakovsky, the acclaimed Russian Futurist poet and founder of the ROSTA Windows—predecessors of TASS in the 1920s and the inspiration for the TASS Window project as a whole. The quote reads, in translation, “I want the pen to be equal to the bayonet”—a wish visually manifested in this image. We see Hitler being attacked by three bayonets, alongside a pencil and ink pen. In fact, if we follow Hitler’s gaze, he seems to be staring directly at the hands holding these two tools. The artists, writers, and poets of TASS, it would seem, have succeeded—they have “killed” the enemy’s spirit, while boosting the morale of Soviet citizens with this symbolic defeat. Finally, as Mayakovsky wished, the pen and pencil are on equal footing with the traditional weapons of war.

There was a bona fide sense that producing these TASS Windows was as important as being at the front. In the Soviet Union, the artists who created the posters became beloved cultural icons, as important as military generals. They received state medals and great renown for their work. To this day, surviving former Soviet citizens alive at the time of the TASS Windows can name the artists by heart—artists such as Sokolov-Skalya, Solov’ev, Shukhmin, and the Kukryniksy.

Surrounding the production of the TASS Windows are stories of passion, fervor, and intense labor. The artists would gather, regardless of abominable weather or the advancing enemy attack on Moscow, to create a new poster virtually every day of World War II. Not unlike the Red Army soldiers, the artists and writers labored in inhospitable conditions for the sake of the war effort. Because of the cultural importance of these posters and the iconic status of these artists and writers, heroic or wistful cultural myths came to surround the studio as time went on. According to some anecdotes, TASS posters were carried to the Front by the soldiers and were used to intimidate the enemy. Some TASS artists and writers were even driven to the Front itself so that they might absorb the details of war to imbue later drawings with veracity. The artists and writers of the TASS Windows truly felt their art to be one of the most powerful weapons against the Nazi invaders.

–Julia A., intern in the Department of Prints and Drawings

This post is from the “Countdown to TASS” series leading up to the exhibition of Soviet propaganda posters at the Art Institute of Chicago next year. I mention this because the exhibition will be part of the Soviet Experience arts festival, a “14-month-long showcase of works by artists who created under (and in response to) the Politburo of the Soviet Union” which will be held at numerous arts institutions throughout Chicago from 2010-2011. Hopefully if you are in town, you will have the opportunity to check it out.

IV. Russian Lit. 101.

A Good Treaty: “The Tale of How Aleksandr Pochkov Quarreled with Vladimir Vladimirovich”

I don’t know what it is about constituent services and Russia, but no combination of subjects makes a more ideal setting in which to employ the literary devices of the absurd and grotesque. Behold!

In which AGT translates an incredible display of pathos and mockery that is the following exchange between an angry blogger and the nation’s leader:

Do you know why we’re burning?

Because it’s all fucked. I’ll explain. I have a dacha in a village 153 km [95 miles] from Moscow, in the Tverskaia oblast’. This village is the sort of place where everyone lives nose-to-nose and shares common fences, or — like my neighbor and me — no fences at all. I’ve got nothing to hide from him and don’t need the fucking thing. And since he’s a local, he also looks after my house when I’m away, even mowing my lawn. After all, what’s good for his cows does no harm to my grass. The lawn grows back fast. But let’s get back to the fires.

In this village under those asshole communists, whom everyone shits on, there were three reservoirs for fighting fires [pozharnye prudy], an alarm bell hung (which was sounded in case of a fire), and miraculously there was even a fire truck. Now sure there was just one for three villages — but there was still a truck. And then came Mr. Democrat and his friends to fuck everything up. First they filled in the reservoirs and sold the land to developers. Next they divvied off the fire truck to God knows where (aliens probably snatched it), and they changed the alarm bell into a phone (fucking “modernization”). Only the piece of shit doesn’t work because they forgot to connect the line. There’s still a fireman, yes, but he’s got nothing left but a helmet and a coat (left over from those terrible communists). Here’s how he works: about fifteen years ago, a fire started in the neighboring village. They promptly sent us a messenger, and we ran back to help put it out. Our fireman got dressed in his uniform, grabbed two buckets, filled them with water and (this part is still a mystery to me) hopped on a bicycle, and came with us to put out the fire. It was laughter and sin together. Someone called [another] fire department, but they only arrived at the end of everything (five hours later) because they had to come from Tver’. Using everything within reach — sand, water, even spitting — we somehow managed to save all but one house.

Do I have any questions? [In response to the government soliciting citizens to write in.] Where are our tax dollars going? Why every year do we slip further and further toward a more primitive social order? Fuck the innovation center in Skolkovo if we don’t even have something as elementary as fire trucks! Why did there used to be people like the forest rangers, who warned people about fires and quickly conveyed the information to firefighters, so it wasn’t allowed to reach residences? I don’t want a telephone in the village — I want reservoirs for fighting fires and I want my alarm bell back. Give me back the fucking bell and dig me another reservoir, and I’ll fill it in and take care of it myself. If the regional authorities are game, just give me the space.

Understand me, Mr. Bureaucrat, Russia doesn’t need all your shitty genius ideas. Well before you, smart Russians — real men [muzhiki] — already figured this stuff out. There’s no need to reinvent the wheel. It was invented a long time ago and it works just fine, as long as you keep your nose out of our business.* Stop charging me taxes, or just cut off my pension deductions. I’m not going to live to retirement age in this kind of life, anyway. With the [saved] money, I’ll buy a fire truck for three villages and sleep soundly, knowing nobody will take it away from my people, from my neighbors, because that bitch will be ours and we’d kill anyone who tried. If you deputies and distinguished officials piss on us because we actually give a shit about ourselves and our neighbors, then let us live the way we want, happily and in peace [schastlivo i khorosho].

[But] we don’t expect much from you. We all understand that your life principle is that everyone around you should need you. But you’re mistaken. It’s you who needs us — and in a big way. Believe me.

So give me back my alarm bell, you bitches, and shove your fucking phone up your asses.

I ask you to convey my letter to the Kalyazinskii Region authorities, in the Tverskaia oblast’.

Thank you in advance. ~top_lap

Dear honorable Internet user,

At the end of the workday today, inhaling (as did all of Moscow) the smoke of the forests burning outside the city, with great interest and pleasure did I learn of your assessment of the summer fires situation that’s befallen central Russia.

Fair’s fair, one ought to point out that Russia hasn’t had such high temperatures for over 140 years — not even under the communists, that is.

This at least partly vindicates the authorities, who — while certainly responsible for fighting natural disasters — are only for the first time encountering something of this size on such a scale.

However, in general, I agree with your comments.

You are, of course, a remarkably plainspoken and direct person. All the more power to you! [Prosto molodets]

And you are undoubtedly a man of letters. If you had made your living as a writer, you could be living — like Lenin’s favorite writer Gorky — in Capri.**

However, even there you wouldn’t feel yourself entirely safe, insomuch as both Europe and the U.S. face the same mass-scale natural disasters. Suffice it to recall how many forests burned in Europe last year or the year before.

Despite all our problems and troubles, I hope you and I both make it to retirement age.

All necessary funds for disaster management and other pressing issues have already been dispatched from the federal budget to reimburse victims.

If you provide your address, your governor will receive an alarm bell right away.

Vladimir Putin

But what A Good Treaty, and shockingly, everyone who has written on the topic of this fantastic exchange, fails to mention, or even possibly be aware of, is that the entire correspondence was conducted not between the blogger and the Premier at all, but between their dogs!

A dreary world indeed, gentlemen…

V. Smackdown: Orlov and Jesus v. Hitler, Lenin, Calvin and yer teevees.

ClubOrlov: “Miserable Pursuits.”

This is one of the best little Orlov pieces I have read in a while. I strongly encourage you to read the whole thing. Here are some excerpts:

The Russian author Eduard Limonov wrote of his experiences with poverty in America. To his joy, he discovered that he could supplement his cash earnings with public assistance. But he also quickly discovered that he had to keep this joy well hidden when showing up to collect his free money. It is a curious fact that in America public assistance is only made available to the miserable and the downtrodden, not to those who are in need of some free money but are otherwise perfectly content. Although it is just as possible to be poor and happy in America as anywhere else, here one must make a choice: to avoid any number of unpleasant situations, one must be careful to hide either the fact that one is poor, or the fact that one is happy. If free public money is to be obtained, then only the latter choice remains.

It is another curious fact that vast numbers of Americans, both rich and poor, would regard Limonov’s behavior as nothing short of despicable: a foreign author living in America on public assistance while also earning cash! It seems reasonable that the rich should feel that way; if the poor can’t be made miserable, then what exactly is the point of being rich? But why should the poor particularly care? Another cultural peculiarity: what dismays them is not the misappropriation of public funds. Tell them about the billions wasted on useless military projects, and they will reply with a yawn that this is just business as usual. But tell them that somewhere some poor person is eating a free lunch, and they will instantly wax indignant. Amazingly, Americans are great believers in Lenin’s revolutionary dictum: “He who does not work, does not eat!” One of the rudest questions you might hear from an American is “What do you do for a living?” The only proper response is “Excuse me?” followed by a self-satisfied smirk and a stony silence. Then they assume that you are independently wealthy and grovel shamefully.

Most shockingly, there are many poor Americans who are too proud to accept public assistance in spite of their obvious need for it. Most Russians would regard such a stance as absurd: which part of “free money” don’t these poor idiots like—the fact that it’s money, or the fact that it’s free? Some Russians who are living in the US and, in trying to fit in to American society, have internalized a large dose of the local hypocrisy, might claim otherwise, but even they, in their less hypocritical moments, will concede that it is downright foolish to turn down free money. And rest assured, they will mop up every last penny of it. Mother Russia didn’t raise any dummies.

But let us not blame the victim. What causes these poor souls to leave money on the table is just this: they have been brainwashed. The mass media, most notably television and advertising, are managed by the well-to-do, and incessantly hammer home the message that hard work and self-sufficiency are virtuous while demonizing the idle and the poor. The same people who have been shipping American jobs to China and to India in order to enhance their profits want it to be generally understood that the resulting misery is entirely the fault of the miserable. And while the role of the pecuniary motive may be significant, let us not neglect to mention the important fact that producing mass misery is a high-priority objective in and of itself. […]

And so, a poor but happy and carefree future may yet await a great many of us, both idle rich and idle poor—one happy though rather impoverished family. But in order to achieve that we would have to change the culture. Let it be known that free lunch is a very good thing indeed, no mater who’s eating it or why, and never mind that Lenin said that “He who does not work, does not eat.” And while we are at it, let’s also dispense with the hackneyed adage that “Work will set you free” (Arbeit Macht Frei) which the Nazis liked to set in wrought iron atop the gates of their concentration camps. Let us consign the communists and the fascists and the capitalists to the proverbial scrapheap of history! Let us instead gratuitously quote Jesus: “Behold the lilies of the field, how they grow. They labor not, neither spin. And yet for all that I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his royalty, was not arrayed like unto one of these… Therefore take no thought saying: What shall we eat? or What shall we drink? or Wherewith shall we be clothed? … Care not therefore for the day following. For the day following shall care for itself. Each day’s trouble is sufficient for the same self day.” Amen.

The Limonov book in question is, It’s me, Eddie, and I think it is the most memorable work I have read by him, probably because it hit a lot of my American nerves. It is also this novel that features his astonishment at the “It’s not my problem” refrain commonly heard in America, which I mentioned in my piece on the hoarders. It’s Limonov, so it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I imagine that if you are reading this blog, you can handle this book, and so I think all of you should read it if you haven’t yet.

Note to Dmitry: It appears some miserable pursuits pay off:

VI. The Power of Negative Thinking.

USA Today: “Russians are less depressed than Americans.”

No word on if it’s anything to do with Americans reading USA Today

Despite what many social observers have described as a generally dark and brooding take on life, a new report suggests that Russians are actually less likely than Americans to be depressed.
In fact, researchers have uncovered indications that the Russian cultural tendency to dwell on the negative may ultimately insulate them from feelings of distress when engaged in self-reflection.

“Among Westerners, focusing on one’s negative feelings tends to impair well-being, but among Russians, that is not the case,” study co-author Igor Grossmann, a doctoral candidate in psychology at the University of Michigan, said in a university news release.

“Russians focus more on their negative feelings than Americans do,” Grossmann explained, “but they spontaneously distance themselves from their emotions to a greater extent than Americans, who tend to immerse themselves in their recalled experiences.”[…]

The Russians appeared to experience less distress than the Americans after retelling the experience, and placed blame less often on the person involved in the incident. The Russians were also able to immediately distance themselves from their recollections, even while discussing them — a skill linked to less distress and feelings of blame, the study authors noted.

Culture, concluded the authors, has an impact on the emotional and cognitive consequences of bad experiences.

What? You mean our culture which practically criminalizes and literally pathologizes normal human emotions like unhappiness actually makes us more distressed and ashamed?

Get. Out.

Alright, dear readers. I am now going to go ruminate on my unhappiness and misfortune in the hopes it staves off depression. Thanks for stopping by.



  1. I don’t think Julia liked being called a Russophobe – she was certainly defensive about it. I’m sure she is not rooting for Russia’s demise; that’d mean the end of a job she clearly likes (which happened anyway with the demise of True/Slant, unless she can pick up work as a stringer), but more importantly, I think she gets too much enjoyment from watching – and flipping off smart comments on – its suffering to willfully hasten its expiration. She is quite a beauty, though, you’re right about that, or so she seems from the single photo I’ve seen.

    As for depression, I’ve always found Russians to be people who look like Europeans and think like Asians. Asians don’t have a big problem with depression, either despite an often generally fatalistic outlook. Perhaps I’m right, and my theory will make me kajillions as a social engineer. I’ll get a Meerschaum pipe and one of those sweaters with patches on the elbows.

    Comment by marknesop — August 6, 2010 @ 11:31 PM | Reply

    • Losing T/S isn’t a big deal for Julia, I think. Right or wrong, she can write circles around any other Russia watcher in business, to any slant you want. She is impressively prolific and can flip out a few such pieces per week. I doubt she will never have problems getting published and paid for it.

      Comment by Sublime Oblivion — August 7, 2010 @ 11:27 PM | Reply

      • I’m sure you’re right, and probably True/Slant wasn’t a big moneymaker for anyone. I did think, though, that it was likely what kept Julia in Russia, and that without it she might return to the U.S.

        She is indeed a talented writer, but often relies almost exclusively on sarcasm and belittlement, and tends to get petulant if authority figures will not show up to have questions fired at them. I think a lot of people have difficulty reconciling the writer, who appears to dislike the country and despise everyone in it who isn’t a dead martyr or an opposition firebrand, with the foreign citizen who can go home anytime she likes. I certainly do, but perhaps it’s just kovane and I.

        I guess writers write whatever sells, and if there was no market for the way she writes, she’d change.

        Comment by marknesop — August 8, 2010 @ 5:18 PM | Reply

        • She’s on a Fulbright scholarship, AFAIK.

          Though to be honest, I don’t see how blogging and journalism – fascinating as they might be – qualify as country research. I’d have to find out.

          Comment by Sublime Oblivion — August 10, 2010 @ 2:02 AM | Reply

          • Yeah, and violating the terms of Fulbright scholarship.


            Quote: ” 3. Any Fulbright grantee who posts inappropriate or offensive material on the Internet in relation to the Fulbright program may be subject to revocation or termination of their grant. Be aware that what is deemed culturally acceptable in the United States (or, more specifi cally, on the Internet in the United States) may not be received well overseas. Describing the challenges of living in a foreign country is fi ne, but please refrain from using disparaging language to describe the country you are in and the people you live and work with.”

            Calling elected officials “bitch”, making derogatory remarks about Russian culture and people are in slight contradiction to the above rules I think. By the way, she immediately deleted the comment when someone had posted this link. She is sooooo freedom-loving!

            Comment by kovane — August 10, 2010 @ 2:22 AM | Reply

  2. I don’t think anyone was making a living from True/Slant. Ioffe writes for a number of outlets (WaPo, FP, New Yorker…)

    I don’t know if there is a monolithic Asian culture, but from my east Asian friends, I think there is more shame and stigma attached to being depressed, as in America, a sign of failure. So it may just be they have more reason to hide it. OTOH, America is notorious for the primacy it gives the individual over the community/family/society. I mean we have the right to the individual pursuit of happiness as a basis of law. So it may also be a matter of expectations and demands.

    Comment by poemless — August 7, 2010 @ 8:26 AM | Reply

    • It sounds like you already have a Meerschaum pipe and a sweater with elbow patches. Darn; I’m always getting aced out by the academics.

      Comment by marknesop — August 8, 2010 @ 5:03 PM | Reply

  3. The V reminded me of a cycle of sci-fi stories by Lukyanenko, envisioning the possibility of a future where the basic services such as simple food, clothes and medicine are provided for free, while only a small fraction of the population is successful, i.e. has a job and does actually produce a value:


    Not sure it’s feasible, though. But we are certainly moving in that direction with the new class of happy poors — all the MMORPG addicts.

    Thanks for enjoyable read.

    Comment by Evgeny — August 7, 2010 @ 8:31 AM | Reply

    • I think that we in America are far from providing everyone with things like medical care for free. Half the country doesn’t even believe in providing it at an affordable rate.

      I also take issue with equating having a job with producing a value. It seems like there is some romantic past where this may have been the case. But many unskilled service, sales jobs these days produce little value for workers or society. OTOH, I know people who are retired, disabled or flat out unemployed, who do a lot of charitable volunteer work. Not to mention all the writers, musicians and visual artists out there who provide social value but can’t make a living doing so.

      Comment by poemless — August 7, 2010 @ 5:52 PM | Reply

      • I think it was Steinbeck who said that in the West the values people worship contradict the patterns of successful living and vice versa. I don’t remember the exact quote, though. Well, the searches for better-than-market economy and better-than-capitalism social order won’t just stop… While we in Russia just prefer the good old market economy and the capitalism which (do not) work…

        Comment by Evgeny — August 8, 2010 @ 2:18 PM | Reply

  4. Julia writes for New Yorker as well. I find her writing wonderful and thought provoking. The fact that she doesn’t like what the so called government(mafia) does to Russia and her people , doesn’t mean that Julia hates the country. Russians do not get depressed they get drunk instead.

    Comment by voroBey — August 7, 2010 @ 10:57 AM | Reply

    • Hi, voroBey. Thanks for stopping by.

      Your remark that Russians do not get depressed, they get drunk is witty, but unfortunately alcoholism and depression are far from mutually exclusive.

      I cannot divine Ioffe’s personal feelings about Russia, nor am I interested in doing so. I spend a good deal of time complaining about the crooks and buffoons who run my country. I still love my country. And I have no opinion either way regarding the quality of her technique. But I did find the passage quoted above, which was not about how Russia is run, ridiculous.

      Comment by poemless — August 7, 2010 @ 12:32 PM | Reply

  5. poemless,

    thank you for your insightful remarks. I think you’ll like this post (the author is a psychiatrist):


    And also, there is a link to the post about depression in Chinese culture.

    Comment by kovane — August 7, 2010 @ 3:22 PM | Reply

  6. Hi Poemless, Thanks for the post – I appreciate the energy you’re putting into this mesopically, photopically, or scotopically–however you’re managing. I’m glad you linked to the “The Good Treaty” piece. Yes – it’s Russian Lit. Brings laughter, tears and truth in a few simple brush strokes. I spent time summers ago at my in-law’s dacha outside Petersburg. My picture of the fire devastation outside Moscow starts from the limited comparisons I can draw from that experience.

    Comment by tess — August 12, 2010 @ 1:03 AM | Reply

    • I am not sure anyone has a good reference point for this scale of disaster. Especially when it is not one brief but spectacular event (hurricaine, earthquake…) but a continual crisis spread over a vast area. I hope this is not a sign of things to come on the climate change scene.

      You know, while any time these things happen everyone asks why more wasn’t done to prevent it or why the response was not more effective, I think people quick to use the fires as an indictment of the current regime are displaying an astonishing lack of perspective. Taking into account the unprecedented heatwave, the sheer number of fires over such a vast area, the fact that the peat is burning from underground, and couple that with the resources and infrastructure of an emerging economy and relatively young political system – we have to accept that while more could have been done, there are real limits on just how much more. (For some perspective, all the resources, capitalism and democracy in the world did not prevent the oil leak in the Gulf of get a cap put on it for months.) And ever more annoying, once this is over, the usual suspects will return to calling for less regulation, less centralization, less micromanaging from the Kremlin.

      Comment by poemless — August 17, 2010 @ 8:31 AM | Reply

  7. “many unskilled service, sales jobs these days produce little value for workers or society” — um, I tend to think of those jobs – esp. the service jobs – as providing some value for society, whereas those jobs that provide little value to society as being much more highly compensated … for instance, what value are the Wall St. banksters? Little, except for themselves. The upper eschelons of the corporate world, those beings who see things purely in short term profit, also seem to produce little of value, instead providing a great deal of harm. Many more of us will have to learn how to be the happy poor because of them.

    There are those,, even in America, who chose to be poor … and many of those are artists. People who work, but not for pay. People whose happiness is wrapped up in their work, though their work may not provide any monetary compensation at all.

    On another note entirely, um, dogs?

    Comment by Melissa — August 15, 2010 @ 4:59 PM | Reply

    • The service jobs I was thinking of were more like those that require a person to stand in front of a cash register or placing prefab food under heatlamps. Obviously some service sector jobs benefit society. Also, note that I said “for workers or society.” I agree that banksters are producing little value for society, but they are creating obscene personal wealth.

      I am spacing on your reference to dogs. Is this about Cat making her dog get a job? 😉

      Comment by poemless — August 17, 2010 @ 7:57 AM | Reply

  8. Have you seen Anatoly’s interview with Peter Lavelle? It includes a great snap of your favourite dream guy in a white sleeveless T-shirt. What will the Washington Post’s fashion department make of that, I wonder?


    I never realized it before, but he looks a little like Viggo Mortensen. Well, in this shot, anyway.

    Comment by marknesop — August 16, 2010 @ 4:36 PM | Reply

  9. Er, if you read the comments, you’ll see I left one.

    Comment by poemless — August 17, 2010 @ 8:00 AM | Reply

    • Ah; apologies – so you did. That particular venue has the nasty characteristic of superimposing your icon tile on your name, so I didn’t immediately notice it was from you. Besides, as soon as I saw the Putin photo, I was in a great sweat to get over here and point it out to you.

      Comment by marknesop — August 17, 2010 @ 4:35 PM | Reply

  10. “But what A Good Treaty, and shockingly, everyone who has written on the topic of this fantastic exchange, fails to mention, or even possibly be aware of, is that the entire correspondence was conducted not between the blogger and the Premier at all, but between their dogs! ”

    Um, the exchange of letters was between their dogs? Dogs? What kind of dogs? Did this happen via email, or in newspapers? Enquiring minds want to know.

    Comment by Melissa — August 19, 2010 @ 9:10 PM | Reply

  11. Oh sorry; it was a reference to a story by Gogol in which a man goes crazy and believes dogs are writing letters to each other.

    Comment by poemless — August 19, 2010 @ 9:41 PM | Reply

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