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by Psoy Korolenko & Igor Krutogolov

Between Men 05:33
We’re two guys And this is between us A black and white board Is left between us Relentless melancholy Has spread between us The forgotten line of your draft gurgles between us And two shreds of paper from someone else’s diary flutter like a banner And this is between us Between men Between men A taste of hot tea Resort-goers in panama hats The opacity of the ceiling Frightens at times And this is between us Between men Between men The smell of challah and honey You are a cloud in trousers Our strength is great We seem elephants Our portion is hefty We roll like waves Our will is an open field a light wind and a powerful tsunami Water from a spring streams between us Between men Between men And what is to be Autumn rains Weary leaders Je comprend tout ce q’on me dit Go for bread Don’t be over-watchful I’m hiding, you lead And this is between us Go on now, don’t wait Move all your checkers out And queen yourself And guide the stell into the scabbard Before the white walls Come, see and conquer, be victorious, And cool your life, As long as between us To put it succinctly It’s as if not all’s in vain ‘Cause at times it seems Suddenly for nothing But that all depends on whether before us glows defiant east (or west) Composing immortality Traryam-traryam-rya-rya And this is between us Between men
Between the Scylla of esotericism and the Charybdis of orthodoxy, let us take a walk along the cutting edge of love...
Oh she looked out of the window As white as any milk But he looked into the window As black as any silk Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello you coal black smith Oh what is your silly song? You shall never change my maiden name That I have kept so long I'd rather die a maid yes But then she said And be buried in my grave yes And then she said That I'd have such a nasty Husky dusky musty funky Coal black smith A maiden will I die Then she became a duck A duck all on the stream And he became a water dog And fetched her back again Then she became a hare A hare all on the plain And he became a greyhound dog And fetched her back again Then she became a fly A fly all in the air And he became a spider And fetched her to his lair And she became a corpse A corpse all in the ground And he became the cold grey clay And smothered her all around
Athos and Porthos Divided the artos And Aramis Brought an antimins
Oh, oh! You know I need the flow! And if I have the flow, Then I will tell you my canine wo- Bow-wow! In South Africa they have a statue of a dog That led some drunk sailors home through the fog And we have a statue of a homeless dog That suffered at the hands of a stupid hog. It took a lot of money to Build that doggy monument Or did they simply sign On the dotted line with their voices We say And so do our dear citizens Here, they Are three Names to speak: Shakhnazarov, Babarykin and Sukhodeev And many others, both good and evildoers Among them one might even find Oleg Kulik He was already famous as a dog But his fame hadn’t reached its peak A dog’s a big symbol in European culture Ha! And in literature too, I’ll venture— Take for example these famous lines: “Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck” A Jim that strong can’t be found in the gym! Let’s work out beneath the moon like bucks And overcome our features as ephemeral creatures! Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck! That’s a poem for a Doberman Written by Esenin at the dacha of Kachalov And so we should begin again, as tabula rasa Vo! Vo! I got to have some flow! And if I have some flow, Then I’ll tell you my canine wo- Bow wow! The dog-catching thugs come out at night They fish for us and gulp us up Like wolf pups “That is the law,” they say “And the law is of the paw,” they say. And we, to spite them Will herd up and bite them We have the right To herd up and fight My brothers! That’s the key to survival You got to fight all your rivals Together, cool! As a class who’ll howl! If you’re not with us, you’re against us! We’re so lucky we’re sobaki! Who said a dog is an atheist? Saint Francis preached to all, even to the dogs, Some thought he was homeless Others, holy. And in San Francisco bums sleep not alone, but Hugging doggies. That is also a herd. Or haven’t you heard? In San Francisco it’s not warm enough Of course, they have no winter But they have no summer either Although you know when you get there You want to go home Because the constant winds will chill you right to the bone! And that’s no fun. Wanna be a bum? Find a dog and tell it “Come on, Let’s lie around and wait for the sun, Although you know it’ll never come I knew a guy named Come And this Come, he lived a year among a pack of dogs He didn’t have much of a choice: To live with dogs or live with the bums? Dogs are better, they don’t attract the cops (Which are a herd as well, whenever you get stopped.) ‘And didn’t you get lonely with the dogs for a year?’ ‘Nope, it was simple, I just twisted my knobs and Changed my channel to become a dog and Unlike Oleg Kulik’s performance, this was for real. ‘And were you the alpha?’ ‘No, the alpha was a dog.’ This conversation took place in the zoo near the wolf cage The wolf paced the cage, looked at kids half his age Who thought: ‘The wolf is the meanest motherfucker around!’ When people talk about him they sound Like this: “The wolf is useful. He’s the surgeon of the forest, A guy named Ivan and the wolf caught the firebird. And did I mention the wolf That gave birth to ancient Rome? I could talk about this until the cows come home Or about how wolves sometimes imitate dogs Just like that You can’t tell one from the other Children pat them on the head, and want to tame them like their mother Tamed them. They yell “doggie, doggie!” But that isn’t a dog, it’s a wolf! It’ll bite you in the leg, it’s tough! And no matter if you’re old and rough Or young enough Or a man in the prime of life You shouldn’t try to pet it It’ll eat you in a minute It’ll eat you, don’t you get it? All wolves have the same kind of fangs That can tear and chew any thang And you it will lick This ain’t Oleg Kulick! A wolf can’t be discerned From a dog, haven’t you learned? But there are nuances. Nuances? What kind? No answer! Hardly anybody knows And so the herd grows Regardless of differences it heads out in a pack, And that’s why so few people come back This is what I wanted to hint at: There are some dangerous apes, They imitate people, like the wolves do dogs. And which is the man, and which is the ape? You can never tell just by looking at their shape. In Canada they have a zoo with a mirror and a sign that says “world’s most dangerous animal!” If the elephant cage is labeled "Buffalo," don’t believe it! Ne-ver! Ne-ver'! The resemblance is minimal! Even those dog-catching fellows are often gorellows They grab not only dogs and not only wolfs but people too I swear to you! I have a friend who was bred from apes Or so they said, but I didn’t get, what they meant by ‘bred’ Was it bred in the sense of ‘giving birth?’ Or was he ape’s “bread,” was he eaten, has he left the earth? They said he left them—I heard—but I don’t remember word for word What happened, maybe he did, or maybe he went off to find a secret place, a sacred space. First he spent time as an ape and then found Himself something else, like when Oleg Kulik stopped being a hound.
In my every line there is nothing special, in my every line there is nothing personal, in my every line there is nothing topical, in my every line there is nothing typical, in my every line there is nothing literal, in my every line there is nothing critical, in my every line there is nothing in particular, in my every line there is nothing except for nothing, I'm just filling your head with things you don't need, nothing, I'm just filling your head with some trifles, nothing, I’m just filling your head with nothing but nothing, and when I'm done I gotta say: GOTCHu!
The sea recedes… Recedes in sleep… Just look what stillness there is in the world… The night exacts an astral tribute from the sky… At time like this you ramble and sigh… To the centuries and to all creation unfurled…
Sleep… Our little ***ship*** rocks On a wave like on a squirrel’s tail***.*** See the summer is still above us ***There is nothing*** to worry about Sleep… ***The*** morning is taking aim At the eyes, ***across* all distances In the darkness, our faces conflow Like some strange plants Sleep… Our morning will not fire***.*** ***The dinghy awaits, and the horse wanders along the shore.*** ***But*** you sleep, I will ***I’ll*** be back in three hundred years, I am already far away


2015 Auris Media, AUM045


released February 8, 2015

Psoy Korolenko - vocals, grand piano
Igor Krutogolov - voice, noise, saw, grand piano (5,6)

All music except (9) by Psoy Korolenko & Igor Krutogolov
All lyrics except otherwise credited by Psoy Korolenko
Recorded live on 12/2/2014 at Levontin 7 (Tel-Aviv, Israel) by Eviatar Gutman
Mixed and Mastered by Kobi Farhi at Mitzlol Recording Studios
Artwork and Design by Igor Krutogolov
Produced by Victor Levin

BETWEEN MEN: fragment from script written for film-screening performance Bed And Sofa / фрагмент скрипта к киноперформансу Третья Мещанская

BETWEEN CHARYBDIS AND SCYLLA: cut-up of Scylla and Charybdis by Yuri Ustinov / МЕЖДУ ХАРИБДОЙ И СЦИЛЛОЙ: коллаж-нарезка из текста Юрия Устинова "Сцилла и Харибда"

COAL BLACK SMITH: Russian version of British folk song Twa Magicians, a.k.a. Oh Coal Black Smith as performed by Current 93 / Английская народная песня Два Волшебника, или О, Чёрный Кузнец, ср. репертуар Current 93.

SONG ABOUT LA: Velimir Khlebnikov L, poem slightly modified / ПЕСНЯ О ЛЯ: Слово об Эль Велимира Хлебникова, с незначительными изменениями




TO MAKE HOW TO MAKE A POEM: cut-up of How To Make Poems and other texts by Vladimir Mayakovsky, with minor additions / КАК ДЕЛАТЬ КАК ДЕЛАТЬ СТИХИ: коллаж-нарезка из статьи Как делать стихи и других текстов Владимира Маяковского с незначительными добавлениями

THE LITTLE CRYSTAL SHIP: music and lyrics by Yuri Ustinov (“Sleep. Our Little Ship Rocks…”) / ХРУСТАЛЬНЫЙ КОРАБЛИК: музыка и слова Юрия Устинова (оригинальное название песни “Спи. Наш кораблик покачивается…”)


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