I'm so fed up with these quasi-political video scandals here in Russia. So sick both of this obscene shitstorm - and of the chorus of moralizers that accompanies it. So unsexy, all of it.

Funny, but after spending the whole day thinking about the latest video installment - the one featuring Shenderovich, Limonov and Potkin - and having no time to write any of the thoughts down, I've ended up escaping into Allen Ginsberg's poetry. And I no longer feel like saying anything about the whole nasty thing. I'll just quote one poem here:

When the Light Appears
by Allen Ginsberg

You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
You'll sing & you'll love you'll praise blue heavens above
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
You'll whimper & you'll cry you'll get yourself sick and sigh
You'll sleep & you'll dream you'll only know what you mean
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
You'll come & you'll go, you'll wander to and fro
You'll go home in despair you'll wonder why'd you care
You'll stammer & you'll lie you'll ask everybody why
You'll cough and you'll pout you'll kick your toe with gout
You'll jump you'll shout you'll knock you're friends about
You'll bawl and you'll deny & announce your eyes are dry
You'll roll and you'll rock you'll show your big hard cock
You'll love and you'll grieve & one day you'll come believe
As you whistle & you smile the lord made you worthwhile
You'll preach and you'll glide on the pulpit in your pride
Sneak & slide across the stage like a river in high tide
You'll come fast or come on slow just the same you'll never know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears

(I wish YouTube carried that Cornershop track with Allen Ginsberg reciting the poem himself - but I can't find it.)