Zaum
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I guess he was technically founder of OBERUI (collaboration of real art) which was an off-shoot of Zaum.
He was making a living publishing children's literature, which is ironic, because he hated children. But he couldn't publish his Futurist works, because they were deemed to be anti-soviet.
Written in soviet 1930-ies, reads horrifyingly similar to the todays reality.
I remember being quite surprised and somewhat disappointed after reading some of my favorite sci-fi in english, after many years.
Translators to Russian did a great job at adapting it and in some cases the translation was better than the original... Less dry..
Ian Frazier, a well known author and contributor to the New Yorker, also published "It Happened Like This" which has great original translations of stories and poems.
Finally, last year, my partner and I translated 8 of Kharms' short pieces and recorded them as a spoken jazz album. If you're into Kharms and/or Ken Nordine-like absurd vocal jazz, you might like it -> https://thedaniilkharms.bandcamp.com (and on Spotify, etc.) You can also read the album's translations by hovering over the song titles and clicking "Lyrics"
I assume you speak Russian -- you might be interested in this article about the album/translation process: https://www22.zvuki.ru/R/P/82795/
Loved Kharms forever, will definitely check out your album (and all the other excellent references linked from the interview)
For anyone else interested, though Gregory streaming links for the album here: https://songwhip.com/thedaniilkharms/postgogol-world
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Aoc2lAXP9s
It's a stop motion linocut... Each animated frame took him hours to make. A gem!
A monkey enters a restaurant and orders a short of vodka and a large bowl of sour cream. They serve. The monkey drinks the vodka and puts the bowl of sour cream over on his head.
- What are you doing? - I'm so mysterious.
To deconstruct the joke: the punchline is absurd because the monkey ordered the sour cream when it was completely sober, thus setting itself up for the craziness in the first place.
Perusing it is a fun way to let your mind untether from the usual symbolicism [sic], coherence, and meaning encountered in daily life.
[0] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codex_Seraphinianus
[1] https://www.wired.com/2013/10/codex-seraphinianus-interview/
It's a beautiful book that invites so much imagination and wonder. Serafini said that creating it was like a daily handwritten glossolalia.
Here is a recital of the poem by the author himself from 1932 [1]. Don't worry if you don't know German, you wouldn't understand more if you did anyway.
[1] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1qLKu3R8no4&pp=ygUPS3VydCBTY2h...
Twas bryllyg, and þe slythy toves
Did gyre and gymble in þe wabe:
All mimsy were þe borogoves;
And þe mome raths outgrabe.
Note that “þe” is to be read as “the”Also, and this is absolutely my own perception, political movements here opposed to you know what suffer from this culture, because it’s a little disconnected, so to say. The recent century is not only a result of continuous oppression, but also some ancient, mysteriously imprinted delusion, only affecting those in higher cultural planes. As a result, no change here does good, while no change is bad. Damned in both cases. Idk if by reading russian books you’d get a glimpse into this, maybe it’s my own sheeza.
(Keep in mind that I’m a practical peasant who doesn’t get art when judging.)
I went to ChatGPT to create some examples of zaum for worldwide brands, it helped a little. I still don't get it - I have a feeling ChatGPT doesn't get it either - it seems to be using florid words to evoke a feeling, absent of meaning (or with literal meaning taking a back seat to the ambiance). In other words, the literary/poetic version of a soundscape. Is that it?
Toyota: Steel dreams meld under mechanical constellations, gears and pistons dance in orchestrated harmony, roads unspool like cosmic ribbons before tire constellations, the hum of engines resonates in the cosmic silence, where the journey's tapestry unfurls with each turn of the terrestrial spindle.
McDonalds: Golden arches stand as sentinels of the fast-food cosmos, sizzling constellations of patties and fries twirl in a symphony of flavors, neon galaxies beckon from drive-thru dimensions, a celestial menu unfurls, where taste and nostalgia collide in cosmic bites of familiarity and delight.
Edit: tried McDonalds again with made up words-
Goldever Crispiflame, a sizzle-gleam delight,
Twirls in FlavoFog, a crispy zephyr's flight.
McFizzleGems dance, zaum's embrace, anew,
Bubbly bounceluxe, in zaum sauce hue.
Flavorbloom sazzy, twixt bunlace dream,
Zaumshakes laughter, a dessert supreme.
Munchkinzest zorbits, in flavorfizz mirth,
Zaumagic savorzest, ignites joy's rebirth.Edit:
> Toyota: Steel dreams meld under mechanical constellations, gears and pistons dance in orchestrated harmony, roads unspool like cosmic ribbons before tire constellations, the hum of engines resonates in the cosmic silence, where the journey's tapestry unfurls with each turn of the terrestrial spindle.
That's exactly how I feel when I drive my '99 Corolla, lol