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9 лет Аэростатики,
25 мая 2014
Здравствуйте!
Я тут всмотрелся в историю наших передач и осознал, что сегодня ровно девять лет моей работе на радио. 22 мая 2005 года в эфире Радио России появился первый записанный нами с Борисом Александровичем Рубекиным Аэростат. И в ознаменование этой удивительной даты я хочу сегодня ставить вам всякие близкие моему сердцу песни и позволить словам самим идти, куда им захочется.
Manfred Mann - My Name Is Jack
Ну слова - куда вы пойдете? А вот, например:
Один мой друг на днях отважился на то, на что я сам вряд ли когда-либо отважусь: посмотрел один очень модный фильм одного очень модного режиссера, считающегося современным классиком. И вышел из зала разбитым и опечаленным, с вопросом - зачем такое искусство?
Возникает вопрос: что же такое искусство, для чего оно существует, что может нам давать и как нам с ним жить. Во многих наших передачах мы ходим вокруг этого вопроса, даем всегда один и тот же ответ, и каждый раз этот вопрос возникает заново. Очевидный ответ - искусство должно открывать человеку глаза и душу, должно учить его видеть Божественную природу всего бытия и показывать ему эту природу в нем самом.
Кажется, все ясно, но вот в чем закавыка: как только мы ограничиваем искусство любыми рамками, даже с самыми лучшими намерениями, мы его убиваем, и вместо истины получаем подделку под нее, вместо живого получаем зомби. Как говорил Уильям Блэйк: "Поэзия в кандалах закрепощает все человечество". И поэтому ответ на вопрос о том, что хорошо, а что плохо, может дать только каждый отдельный человек; запретами и цензурой на уровне государства этот вопрос к сожалению, никак не решается.
Так посмотрим на все с самого начала. Как выглядит наша жизнь, что это за путешествие?
Mary Hopkin - Sparrow
Любое человеческая жизнь, любое человеческое путешествие - это возвращение в Свет. Мы пришли из света, попали в сумрак и возвращаемся в свет. История этого возвращения и преодолевания препятствий на этом пути и есть наша жизнь. Если не уходить из Света, то и жизни не будет. Если бы не было изгнания из Рая, то не о чем было бы писать Библию - впрочем, как и все остальные книги, когда-либо написанные человечеством. И это же повторяется на всех уровнях.
Как писал Толстой: "Все счастливые семьи похожи друг на друга, каждая несчастливая семья несчастлива по-своему".
Другими словами, с точки зрения автора счастливые семьи - неблагодарный материал для книги, о них попросту ничего нового не напишешь. А вот несчастные, больные, ущербные предоставляют достаточно рельефного материала для художника. Может быть, этим и объясняется такое количество произведений искусства о больных и страдающих людях.
Но это изобилие - палка о двух концах. Не может ли быть, что о больных и несчастных просто легче и выгоднее писать, потому что на описание пути человека здорового и счастливого требуется (по крайней мере) стать таким же - и вдруг выяснится, что, оказывается, этот человек занят совсем другими, солнечными и невероятными делами, описать которые художник просто не сумеет?
Eric Burdon - Orange And Red Beams
Когда Адам с Евой в Эдеме попробовали плод с древа Жизни, они всего-навсего отделили себя от Бога, приобрели свое "Я", отгородились этим "Я" от Бога и так начали эпопею жизни человечества. Никто не изгонял их из Рая, они - наделенные теперь "своим Я", хотя и оставаясь законными гражданами Рая, перестали ощущать себя таковыми, приобрели отдельную - как им казалось - от Бога личность и перестали чувствовать свою принадлежность к Его гармонии.
Ангел с огненным мечом, не пускающий их обратно в Рай - это их собственное мышление, это их логика, это эгоистическое человеческое сознание, которое даже попади мы в Рай, заставляет нас спрашивать: это все конечно неплохо, а теперь-то что, где бар? Именно этот вопрос и отличает живущих.
Как только мы перестает его задавать, мы теряем свою человеческую личину и возвращаемся туда, откуда никогда не уходили - к Богу.
Van Morriso
9 years of balloons,
May 25, 2014
Hello!
Here I peered into the history of our programs and realized that today is exactly nine years of my work on the radio. On May 22, 2005, the first balloons we recorded with Boris Aleksandrovich Rubkin appeared on the air of the Radio of Russia. And in commemoration of this amazing date, I want to put you all sorts of songs close to my heart today and allow the words to go where they want.
Manfred Mann - My Name Is Jack
Well, words - where will you go? But for example:
One of my days my friend recently dare to what I was unlikely to dare to ever go to: I watched one very fashionable film of one very fashionable director, considered a modern classic. And he left the hall broken and saddened, with the question - why such art?
The question arises: what is art, what it exists for, what can we give us and how we live with it. In many of our programs, we go around this question, always give the same answer, and each time this question arises again. An obvious answer - the art should open a person eye and soul, should teach him to see the divine nature of all being and show him this nature in himself.
It seems that everything is clear, but this is the hardener: as soon as we limit art by any framework, even with the best intentions, we kill it, and instead of the truth we get a fake for it, instead of living we get a zombie. As William Blake said: "Poetry in shackles enshrines all of humanity." And therefore, the answer to the question of what is good and what is bad, only every individual person can give; Unfortunately, this issue is not resolved by prohibitions and censorship at the state level.
So let's look at everything from the very beginning. What does our life look like, what kind of trip it is?
Mary Hopkin - Sparrow
Any human life, any human journey is a return. We came from the world, got into the dusk and return to the light. The history of this return and overcoming obstacles on this path is our life. If you do not leave the light, then there will be no life. If there were no exile from paradise, then there would be nothing to write about the Bible - however, like all other books ever written by humanity. And this is repeated at all levels.
As Tolstoy wrote: "All happy families are similar to each other, every unlucky family is unhappy in their own way."
In other words, from the point of view of the author, happy families are ungrateful material for the book, you simply won’t write anything new about them. But the unfortunate, sick, flawed, provide enough relief material for the artist. Perhaps this explains so many works of art about sick and suffering people.
But this abundance is a stick about the two -edges. Can it not be that it is simply easier and more profitable to write about the sick and the unfortunate, because it turns out to become the same to describe the way of a healthy and happy person (at least) - and suddenly it turns out that, it turns out, this person is busy with completely different, sunny And incredible things, which the artist simply will not be able to describe?
Eric Burdon - Orange and Red Beams
When Adam and Eve in Eden tried the fruit from the Tree of Life, they just separated themselves from God, acquired their "I", fenced off this "I" from God and so began the epic of human life. No one expelled them from paradise, they are now endowed with “their Self”, although remaining legal citizens of Paradise, ceased to feel such, acquired a separate one - as it seemed to them - from God the personality ceased to feel their belonging to His harmony.
An angel with a fiery sword that does not let them back into paradise is their own thinking, it is their logic, it is a selfish human consciousness, which we even get into paradise, forces us to ask: all this is of course not bad, but now what, where is the bar, where is the bar ? It is this issue that distinguishes the living.
As soon as we stop setting it, we lose our human face and return to where we never went to God.
Van Morriso
May 25, 2014
Hello!
Here I peered into the history of our programs and realized that today is exactly nine years of my work on the radio. On May 22, 2005, the first balloons we recorded with Boris Aleksandrovich Rubkin appeared on the air of the Radio of Russia. And in commemoration of this amazing date, I want to put you all sorts of songs close to my heart today and allow the words to go where they want.
Manfred Mann - My Name Is Jack
Well, words - where will you go? But for example:
One of my days my friend recently dare to what I was unlikely to dare to ever go to: I watched one very fashionable film of one very fashionable director, considered a modern classic. And he left the hall broken and saddened, with the question - why such art?
The question arises: what is art, what it exists for, what can we give us and how we live with it. In many of our programs, we go around this question, always give the same answer, and each time this question arises again. An obvious answer - the art should open a person eye and soul, should teach him to see the divine nature of all being and show him this nature in himself.
It seems that everything is clear, but this is the hardener: as soon as we limit art by any framework, even with the best intentions, we kill it, and instead of the truth we get a fake for it, instead of living we get a zombie. As William Blake said: "Poetry in shackles enshrines all of humanity." And therefore, the answer to the question of what is good and what is bad, only every individual person can give; Unfortunately, this issue is not resolved by prohibitions and censorship at the state level.
So let's look at everything from the very beginning. What does our life look like, what kind of trip it is?
Mary Hopkin - Sparrow
Any human life, any human journey is a return. We came from the world, got into the dusk and return to the light. The history of this return and overcoming obstacles on this path is our life. If you do not leave the light, then there will be no life. If there were no exile from paradise, then there would be nothing to write about the Bible - however, like all other books ever written by humanity. And this is repeated at all levels.
As Tolstoy wrote: "All happy families are similar to each other, every unlucky family is unhappy in their own way."
In other words, from the point of view of the author, happy families are ungrateful material for the book, you simply won’t write anything new about them. But the unfortunate, sick, flawed, provide enough relief material for the artist. Perhaps this explains so many works of art about sick and suffering people.
But this abundance is a stick about the two -edges. Can it not be that it is simply easier and more profitable to write about the sick and the unfortunate, because it turns out to become the same to describe the way of a healthy and happy person (at least) - and suddenly it turns out that, it turns out, this person is busy with completely different, sunny And incredible things, which the artist simply will not be able to describe?
Eric Burdon - Orange and Red Beams
When Adam and Eve in Eden tried the fruit from the Tree of Life, they just separated themselves from God, acquired their "I", fenced off this "I" from God and so began the epic of human life. No one expelled them from paradise, they are now endowed with “their Self”, although remaining legal citizens of Paradise, ceased to feel such, acquired a separate one - as it seemed to them - from God the personality ceased to feel their belonging to His harmony.
An angel with a fiery sword that does not let them back into paradise is their own thinking, it is their logic, it is a selfish human consciousness, which we even get into paradise, forces us to ask: all this is of course not bad, but now what, where is the bar, where is the bar ? It is this issue that distinguishes the living.
As soon as we stop setting it, we lose our human face and return to where we never went to God.
Van Morriso