Russian field of experiments (Russkoe Pole Experimentov). Lyrics of the song - Russian field of experiments The word people is written with a capital letter letov

Torture your flesh with a touching knife
Pinch voluntary fingers until they bleed
Bravely savoring lollipops
Purposefully line your pockets
Dead mice with living dicks
Chocolates
And miraculous pussies.

In the patriarchal dump of outdated concepts
Used images and polite words
By committing suicide, destroy the whole world
Commit suicide destroy the whole world

Eternity smells like oil
Eternity smells like oil
Like frost, compassionate laughter
Like frost, compassionate laughter
Like frost, compassionate laughter
Nicely falls on, on, on
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments.

Mastery of being redundant like me
The art of being loved is like a noose
Mastery of being as global as a baked apple
The art of stepping aside at the right time
The art of being an outsider
The art of being an outsider.

The Newest Oven Cleaner
From those who suffocated of their own free will
The Newest Rope Cleaner
From the foul smell of unwashed necks

The newest way to find the culprits
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments.

Behind the opened door is emptiness
It means someone has come for you
This means that now you belong to someone
I need it, I need it, I need it...
And it keeps snowing, and it keeps snowing
The Russian field exudes snow...
Others were buried in a package of little eyes
Others were buried in newspaper packages...

And the fact that a bull was killed at the slaughterhouse -
This is why there is universal joy, universal pride.
Universal hatred, universal will
General will, and general old age...

Fill your grave to capacity
It means inheriting the Earth
What does it mean to inherit the Earth?
It means running out of patience
Q.E.D...
Q.E.D!

In the door peephole, in the lock slot -
Brilliant thoughts, world wars
Unofficial navels of the Earth
Enameled parts of head systems
Instinctive volunteers
In the name of the universe and bread crust
People with a capital letter
The word "People" is written with a capital letter!
The swastika of faith pulled faces
Babylonian alphabet stuck on fingers
Historically justified method
Devouring the damp earth
Isn't this what we need?!
Isn't this what we need?!
Isn't this what we need?!

And in the morning they inevitably woke up
Didn't catch a cold, didn't get dirty
Calling a spade a spade
Sowed good, reasonable, eternal
Everything was sown, everything was named
The food is served - honor upon honor
First were the fruits of enlightenment
And for the second - bloody boys.

Order-bearing Lord of the victorious world
Honored Lord of the Red Banner Fear
A righteous holiday for right citizens
A sharpened sickle for ripe ears

Yama - as the principle of movement towards the Sun
You can't spoil the porridge with tears, no.

Sleigh full of girlish shame
The sheets are full of childish stench
Girl's eyes, cuckoo's tears
And also all sorts of other items...

So who died in the general battle
Who died in a brilliant defeat
For a full cup of pity
In the Battle of Stalingrad, brutal lust?

The plane grinned to pieces
To the hillock of the Promised Land
The plane grinned to pieces
To the hillock of the promised Earth...

And I give my love with my own hands
Freed from further inevitable grief
Lured her with gingerbread
lured her with gingerbread
Raped by a drunken brutal boot
And hung it on a cloud
Like a child his unloved doll
Your least favorite doll
Your least favorite doll
Your least favorite doll

Like frost, compassionate laughter
Like frost, compassionate laughter
Like frost, compassionate laughter
It's nice to fall on, on, on...
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Russian field of experiments
Eternity smells like oil
Eternity smells like oil
Eternity smells like oil
Eternity smells like oil

Torture your flesh with a touching knife
Pinch voluntary fingers until they bleed
Bravely savoring lollipops
Purposefully line your pockets
Dead mice alive
Chocolates
And miracles.

In the patriarchal dump of outdated concepts
Used images and polite words
By committing suicide, destroy the whole world
Commit suicide destroy the whole world

Nicely falls on, on, on

Geography of meanness, spelling of hatred
Apology of ignorance, mythology of optimism
Howitzer laws of good behavior
A noble feast of prudence
Through the mouth of a child the pit speaks
Through the mouth of a child the bullet speaks
Eternity smells like oil
Eternity smells like oil
Like frost, compassionate laughter (3r.)
Nicely falls on, on, on
Russian field of experiments (4 rubles)

And the fact that a bull was killed at the slaughterhouse -
This is why there is universal joy, universal pride.
Universal hatred, universal will
General will, and general old age...

Fill your grave to capacity
It means inheriting the Earth
What does it mean to inherit the Earth?
It means running out of patience
Q.E.D...

Order-bearing Lord of the victorious world
Honored Lord of the Red Banner Fear
A righteous holiday for right citizens
A sharpened sickle for ripe ears

Yama - as the principle of movement towards the Sun
You can't spoil the porridge with tears, no.

Sleigh full of girlish shame
The sheets are full of childish stench
Girl's eyes, cuckoo's tears
And also all sorts of other items...

So who died in the general battle?
Who died in a brilliant defeat
For a full cup of pity
In the Battle of Stalingrad, brutal lust?

The plane grinned to pieces
To the hillock of the Promised Land
The plane grinned to pieces
To the hillock of the promised Earth...

And my love with my own hands
Freed from further inevitable grief
Lured her with gingerbread
lured her with gingerbread
Raped with dirty brutal boot
And hung it on a cloud
Like a child his unloved doll
Your least favorite doll (3p.)

Like frost, compassionate laughter (3r.)
Nicely falls on, on, on
Russian field of experiments (4 rubles)
Eternity smells like oil.

Translation of the lyrics of the song Civil Defense - Russian Field of Experiments

Touching knife torture your flesh
Prior to voluntary blood pinch fingers
Bravely savoring lollipops
Purposefully their pockets
Dead pups alive number uyami
chocolates
And miraculous dulyami number n.

On patriarchal dump obsolete concepts
Used images and polite words
Committed suicide to destroy the world
Suicide to destroy the world

Nicely falls on on on

Geography meanness, hate spelling
Apology ignorance, mythology optimism
Laws howitzers Virtue
Notable feast prudence
Saith the pit mouths of babes
Saith the mouths of babes bullet
Eternity smell of oil
Eternity smell of oil
Like frost compassionate laughter (3r.)
Nicely falls on on on
Russian field experiments (4r.)

Expertise be overkill like me
Expertise to be loved like a loop
Expertise to be global as baked apple
Art time to step aside
The art of being an outsider
Art become strangers.

The newest tool for cleaning ovens
Suffocated by their own free will
The newest tool for cleaning ropes
From the nasty smell of unwashed necks

Newest tool to find the culprits
Russian field experiments (4r.)

For the opened door - the emptiness
This means that someone is coming for you
This means that now you"re someone
Hope - shall need Pona - hat need ...
The snow is still coming, and the snow is all
Russian field exudes snow ...
Others were buried in the little eyes packaging
Others were buried in a pack of newspapers ...

And the fact that the slaughterhouse killed goby -
That's what everyone's joy, pride universal
Universal hatred, the general will
General will, yes universal old age...

Failure to fill a grave
This means inherit the Earth
What is to inherit the Earth?
This means exhausted the patience
QED...

In the peephole in the keyhole slot -
Brilliant little thoughts, world voynushki
Informal navels Earth
Enamel parts head systems
instinctive volunteers
In the name of the universe and bread crust
People with a capital letter
The word "People" is written with a capital letter!
Swastika faith pulled faces
Babel ABC adhered to the fingers
Historically defensive method
Devouring raw land
Isn't that what we need? (3r.)

And in the morning they woke up inevitably
Not a cold, don't mess
Call a spade a spade
Sowed good, reasonable, eternal
All sun, all named
Bon appetit - honor to honor
Were the first fruits of enlightenment
And the second - the bloody boys.

Ordenonosnogo Lord victorious peace
Honored Lord of the Red Banner of fear
Righteous holiday for regular citizens
Sharp sickle to the ripe ears

Pit - as the principle of motion to the Sun
Porridge tears will not spoil, no.

Full sleigh girlish disgrace
Full sheets infantile stench
Girlish eyes, tears cuckoo
As well as all sorts of other things...

So who was killed in a pitched battle
Who died in the brilliant defeat
For a full cup of pity
In the brutal battle of Stalingrad lust?

Plane smiled smithereens
In tubercle promised land
Plane smiled smithereens
In tubercle promised zemlitsy...

And I love my own
Freed from further inevitable disappointments
Beckoned her carrot
beckoned her carrot
Raped cruel dirty shoe
And hung on a cloud
If your child is unloved doll
His unloved doll (3r.)

Like frost compassionate laughter (3r.)
Nicely falls on on on
Russian field experiments (4r.)
Eternity smell of oil.

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This wonderful article was written by me for some scientific collection.
Her language is scientific, and therefore stupid.
The article was lying on my computer for two years, until today I started writing a term paper and discovered this cute document. Since my teacher doesn’t give a fuck about my scientific writings,
and the world doesn’t give a fuck about Letov, and the article doesn’t give a fuck about lying on a computer or hanging on a website, then I decided to put it here.

*and if with a lesser degree of pessimism, then this is my small contribution to the memory of the poet’s work

The last quarter of the 20th century in Russian culture was marked by the emergence of a new direction in poetry, supposedly associated more with music and social conditions than with literature. We are talking about the so-called “rock poetry”. Now it becomes obvious that this direction is a natural compiler and successor of the traditions of Russian culture and literature, it has formed a specific poetics, created a unified sign system, still takes on a primarily educational and aesthetic role, and, finally, this direction is in constant development, mastering new forms and methods of work.
All of the above undoubtedly applies to the poetry of the Omsk artist and musician I.F. Letov (“Civil Defense”). Considered a member of the garage punk culture (which was greatly facilitated by the abundance of obscene expressions in poems and the lack of a deep reading of the text), Letov became an innovator in his field, just as Mayakovsky, Kruchenykh, and Vvedensky, whom he respected, once became innovators. His poetic style unique, and easily distinguishable in a number of other rock texts, even if we take authors close in spirit and time.
Entering into text huge amount intertextual connections: literary, folklore, biblical, film text, using stylistic heterogeneity and playing with words, the author invests every detail with meaning, and all this ultimately works for the unified meaning of the entire work. The complex semantic structure, organically formed into a mosaic, is subordinated to a more global and important meaning - the meaning of the poet’s entire work. His secret topic. This theme appears to us as the eternal struggle of aesthetics with vulgar everyday life, against the backdrop of an oppressive social situation, which has reached extreme limits and leads to a failure to find oneself in living space. It is from these extreme limits that the image of a soldier is added who will definitely die, but will not sell himself for “paper flowers, rubber balls.” Because he is a poet and a soldier at the same time, he cannot allow the replacement of the living and the inanimate, the forest with an asphalt plant, and the soul with the body, in other words, enslavement by the system.

If we divide the work of I.F. Letov for periods, taking into account changes in the approach to the word and, accordingly, to the world, then the programmatic poem of the period of the early 80s-early 90s can be recognized as the poem “Russian Field of Experiments”, written in 88, where before us in the characteristic “Letov” style unfolds a special vision of the world, which is mentioned just above.

In our article, using this poem as an example, we will look at how the poet linguistically shapes this vision, using a similar technique in most of his works.
First, let's highlight the key motifs of the poem.
1) The motive of alienation.
2)Motive of military action
3) Motive of dislike
4)Urban motif
5)Motive of death
AND in a key way This poem should be recognized as the “Russian field”.

1. The motif of alienation, key to rock poetry, is widespread in Letov’s poetry (there is also in this theme the influence of the ideas of existentialism close to the author).
The art of being extra like me
The art of being loved is like a noose
Mastery of being global; like a baked apple
The art of stepping aside at the right time
The art of being an outsider
The art of being an outsider
"Being an outsider" is typical behavior for a hero. And the problem is not that the world does not accept him, but the problem is that this world is artificial and the hero himself, equal in this case to the author, will not enter there. In a number of poems, the world of people appears as illusory, it is a world of lone traitors, as, for example, in the poem “Armageddon Pops,” which unfolds Mayakovsky’s life before us (which will be written about in another article):
And the masters of life
Convinced residents
They helped at night
Stealing each other's sleep
About paper flowers
And punctured balls
New Year cards
And other loneliness
All the realities of this world are an illusion: the balls are punctured, the New Year’s cards are probably last year’s, because this is “other loneliness.” This also includes “lollipops”, “dead little mice” (because everything alive in this world dies), “dump of patriarchal concepts”, “used images”.
Brows furrowed
We changed places and plans,
Wheels turned, crops were buried
In overworked stomachs and calloused minds
Busily stuck in a web of interjections
Lush verbosity
Annoying chatter
Walking cemeteries of obvious truths
Latest news
Pickled milk mushrooms
Sad memories.
(“Brows furrowed”)
All the emotions of these people, almost “little people”, if according to Dostoevsky, are read ironically by the author. Life goes on as usual, “according to plan,” the residents “steal each other’s sleep” because they inform and betray.
Behind the opened door is emptiness
This means that someone has come for you...

A coffin was being baked in the cemetery office
Bread was devoured in the public canteen
They punched a ticket on the tram
They saved electricity in the entrance
We managed to deliver the solution to the construction site
The hospital managed to admit patients
Well, after that they managed to buy the goods.
(“The coffin was being baked in the cemetery office”)

As if after a serious and long illness
I went out in the gray cozy rain
Passers-by mold me as they want -
Just like before -
I'm in wrinkled and sweaty pajamas
But no longer claims to white flight.
(“As if after a serious and long illness”)
And finally, the motive of alienation is directly read in one of the most famous songs of “Civil Defense”:
The plastic world has won,
The layout turned out to be stronger.

Paying attention to the adjective “global”, it should be noted that the image of globalization, globality is repeatedly used in the poems of I.F. It is synonymous with consumer society. At the same time, this is a brilliant prophecy: it is unlikely that in the 80s there was a trend towards world globalization, but now in world politics and economics we see a strong tendency to erase individualism and squeeze everything into a single European framework. (Why not the victory of world communism?)
Despite the fact that the victory of plasticity (philistinism) occurred finally and irrevocably, the poet does not give up the fight. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Letov’s poetry often contains images of Alexander Bashlachev (suicide, “fell out of the window”), Vladimir Mayakovsky, textual connections with Yana Diaghileva can be traced (suicide, “went into the water”), and they are evaluated, if not with irony, which would be blasphemous, but bitter and negative.
It was the “Letov” picture of alienation that formed the basis modern rock music in its most diverse genre manifestations, revealing itself in the texts of alternative, metalcore bands and even rap performers, far from rock poetry.

2. The motive for military action.
The motif taken by rock poetry from the poetry of the early 20th century, primarily from tragedians like Mayakovsky, is certainly one of the identifying marks of this culture. Its genealogy can be seen in such a sociological and historical phenomenon as “defense consciousness.”
The image of a soldier in I.F.’s poetry is tragic. The soldier either dies completely or partially:
The sky was spinning on my finger
Against the background of the window he seemed
Plywood target on the field -
He was so motionless
In a wheelchair
For disabled people.
(“Returned from the army”)
In a puddle of bloody optimism
There is the feeling of a man in a padded jacket.
Fun and generous
Scattering in different directions
Where are the fingers, shoulder straps, pockets...
The wind rose.
It got dark.
("A man was killed by a bus")
We see the same thing in “The detachment did not notice the loss of a soldier”, “There is no ford in the fire”, “They fought for their homeland”, etc.
Through the door peephole - into the lock slot
Brilliant thoughts - pestilence wars
Unofficial hubs of the earth
Enameled parts of head systems
Instinctive volunteers
The war into which the hero is drawn is just a toy, a “war game”. Game of "head systems". Volunteer soldiers, however, die for real:
Pinch voluntary fingers until they bleed
They die for the “crust”, as they once died for the bright future of communism, for grandfather Stalin, etc. The transformation of the final line of the Lord’s Prayer introduces irony into the text:
In the name of the universe and bread crust
Further, “Soviet” images are associated with the image of war, a bright picture-coat of arms appears in the mind Soviet Union. Of course, there is a playful verbal technique that introduces irony and allows you to see not a sickle for grain, but, of course, a sickle for people, for “wrong citizens”, parasites (which, of course, Letov was for the authorities). The sound organization of words and rhythm is such that we find ourselves in some kind of closed space of text (Most songs from early albums, by the way, are performed in a fast rhythm).
Order-bearing Lord of the victorious world
Honored Lord of the Red Banner Fear
A righteous holiday for right citizens
A sharpened sickle for ripe ears
A rhetorical question is asked, again similar-sounding words, a verbal game.
So who died in the general battle
Who died in a brilliant defeat
For a full cup of pity
In the Battle of Stalingrad, brutal lust?
The question is rhetorical because the answer is not important. As can be seen in most poems, death goes unnoticed by the majority: the same “The detachment did not notice the loss of a soldier”, “The stupid moth was burning out on a candle”, “No one found anyone in the white forest”, the evening death of Mayakovsky in “Armageddon” was completely unnoticed by ordinary people -Pops."
The reward for war is pity. Or “compassionate laughter.” Moreover, the pity, when compared with other texts, is not shameful, it is a people’s pity, taking roots in the “Gospel”:
Have pity in silent words
His unsaved Christ.
At first glance, it may seem that the author evaluates Orthodoxy negatively:
The swastika of faith pulled faces
Babylonian alphabet stuck on fingers
But, only in comparison with other texts and the presence of accurate information from the author himself about his attitude to religion, we will understand that we are faced with complex and ambiguous behavior: it seems that there are two Orthodoxies, one true, the other according to the swastika (which is not far from the truth).

3. The motive of dislike is associated with two places in the text:
Torturing your flesh with a touching knife is the very beginning.

And I give my love with my own hands
Freed from further inevitable grief
Lured her with gingerbread
Lured her with gingerbread
Raped by a drunken brutal boot
And hung it on a cloud like a child
YOUR LAST FAVORITE DOLL
YOUR LAST FAVORITE DOLL
YOUR LAST FAVORITE DOLL
YOUR LESS FAVORITE DOLL.
We have two dislikes:
- dislike as a contrast to love
-dislike for oneself, that is, for the body
Dislike as opposed to love defies one of the commandments of Scripture:
Love your abomination
Love your insignificance
Love your scum
(« New truth»)
By love here, of course, we mean love for humanity, and not for a woman (Out of 142 poems from the collection “Russian Field of Experiments,” only one begins about love for a woman, and ends with the destruction of the image and reducing it to the theme of social alienation).
“Boot Rape” and “Cloud” lead us to Mayakovsky, most notably “Cloud in Pants” and “Spine Flute.” Mayakovsky has love for a person, and love for a woman, and, on the contrary, dislike. The images of the crushed, squeezed, in both authors are surprisingly similar.
Dislike for oneself, for the body, also leads back to Mayakovsky (V.V.’s image of flesh as meat), but not only that. This is also something from existentialism, from the eternal struggle of the philistine with the poet, and from the biblical text. Here are some expressions:
Lifelong laughter of burning meat (“New Truth”), The sky is the color of meat, Sweaty details of naked bodies” (Through the hole in my head), Gnawing on the umbilical cord of animal inertia, The body gives off youthful warmth (“Patch on Patch”), A fly peels off the sticky paper , At the same time tearing off his useless flesh, At the same time leaving his unsightly flesh (“Ivan’s childhood”), “As the soul died in a meat hut.”
This is not a complete list of “meat” and “flesh”. Flesh is opposed to the soul, the soul must fly: that same “white flight”, a fly that breaks away from the body, etc. From here the falling plane is hindered by its weight, it breaks into pieces, like Icarus falls, weighed down by his flesh. Dead flesh will not be resurrected under any circumstances.

4. The urban motif is represented in our poem by the “fruits of enlightenment.” Following which the “bloody boys” appeared (an allusion from Pushkin’s “Boris Godunov”). In the world where it happened technical progress, revolution in favor of the “reasonable, kind, eternal” (quote from N.A. Nekrasov), everything is ideal and good:
That's great
That's great
Everything is already crap
You can calm down
You can disperse
Go home -
everything is already crap!
(“Everything is great”)
But the artist sees not how man overcame all difficulties and came to the Golden Age, but how the living is replaced by the dead. Hence the frequent images of chthonic kittens, mice, birds - everything is dead, located near a person - or in a pocket, or “birds get stuck in pieces in the throat.” Or a dream about how the carcasses of killed animals in a meat processing plant are transformed either into fruits or into weapons (“What the artist dreamed about in a madhouse”). Symbol of the advancing city: “urban laughter” from the poem “Forest”:
Stop and watch, stop and be silent
The asphalt plant is eating my forest
My throat was torn apart by the probe of gas pipes
My lungs are being rammed with a hundred-foot roller
Stop and watch, stop and be silent
The asphalt law gags me
Social fuel oil floods my eyes
Urban laughter into my bitten brain.
The disappearance of living space moves along with the development of human thought. Cars, trams, buses, machine guns, bring death:
“The tram will surely crush him”, “The man was killed by the bus”, “The machine gun strangled my laughter” (“Insects”).
In our time of Internet technologies and microtechnology, such an attitude towards accumulating knowledge seems very relevant, but this was stated already in time immemorial. Of the closest associates who influenced Letov in this regard, of course, it is worth mentioning Mayakovsky, whose futuristic images looked rather decadent.

5. And finally, the motive of death that connects all these motives.
Commit suicide and destroy the whole world
TO COMMIT YOURSELF - DESTROY THE WHOLE WORLD!!
...eternity smells like oil
...eternity smells like oil
To disconnect from the world, you can die. But, as far as we remember, according to Letov, this is a way out of the struggle. You can find peace in the “historical method of devouring raw earth”:
Fill your grave to capacity
What does it mean to inherit the earth?
It means running out of patience
To run out of patience is to die. It's very simple. Here in front of us is a plane that fell into the ground, here and
"Yama as the principle of movement towards the sun."
In one of the interviews, the poet was asked why he had not yet committed suicide.
“Any reflection causes withdrawal. Detachment is alienation. Alienation is given by digestion: a person understands something, overcomes some level, and it disappears for him. In essence, it all resembles a pyramid. Naturally, the result is death at its peak.
Even to an honest man It's not good to live here. But living normally means taking on such a mass of everything, such an amount of sin, that you can die spiritually very quickly, as simply as a light bulb burns out...”
Both ordinary people, mentally, and non-philistines, who fought and gave up physically, die: the connection with the images of suicides is obvious.
The latest oven cleaner
From those who suffocated of their own free will
The Newest Rope Cleaner
The smell of unwashed necks is bad.

The newest tool is the “Russian field of experiments.” This is Soviet reality, which cuts off soldiers with sickles, this is a lifeless, unplowed field that is not even fertilized by others who were “buried in a package of newspapers.”
A dead machine world, mimicking reality, from which you can hide either in the ground or in the sky - forgetting the body, but cherishing the soul. And it becomes clear why “eternity smells of oil” - oil is born in the earth, and the earth from which the seed grows (the poet also encounters the image of fertile healthy land) and the earth into which the dead then go is an eternal cycle, eternity.

So, using the example of one poem, we saw what the poetry of I.F. Letov was like in its Soviet period. Of course, we did not touch on many important elements of this poem - we did not thoroughly explore the intertext, rhythmic organization, that same verbal play, but in general view got acquainted with this complex interesting poetic world.