The most flourishing culture (in the sense of quantitative mass) is the culture of popularization, such as the almanac. (Plural almanacsalthough almanac more precisely, it sounds much more defiant, therefore funny, playful and obscene – even grammarians at work must admit this; even as a second or alternative form, tolerable for the sake of its playful youth.) Of course, it is a culture of a dozen, formulaic, routine, mimetic-redundant, satisfying curiosities, simple, superficial, mediocre encyclopedism. . And within its limits, one of the “obligatory” customs helps a lot and helps young people, among many, cling to anniversaries.

Until yesterday, a manna column for any culture magazines/magazines and blogs, it became a tick including for various television stations, who, with nothing more interesting or creative to air, competed with the zodiac/astrological minutes (perhaps just similar diversion coloratura fill values), performing a census of births and deaths from each calendar date. Day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year. So that the most spiritless of our honorable colleagues, but full of great respect and formal religiosity, occupy time and mental space, honoring various themselves and themselves by name. And he will do it wholesale, worse than the long-suffering and persistently begged God to remember His servants.

(Dear dear people: you yourself are God. Remember and honor with the most audacious merit and the most boundless decency those who worked, won and died – who are at the heights of despair to be without and have, who are at the heights of the most terrible social and professional achievements and careers! )

So (returning to what, how and how much is produced at the level of populist and more or less obviously political communication): from saturation to disgust (opinions are always divided and divided), it is talked about and is still being talked about, write/rewrite and rewrite about a lot of the same Not at all in the image and likeness of the Deptcredincios calendar (because there the saints gather for commemoration, every day, with the modesty of a simple nomination), but in the image of a diluvial Mammon, full not only of delicate discharges, but above all of equally personalized and debatable burials. Controversial because they are done selectively and biased, sometimes with condensed details, sometimes impossible, but always/obligatory with encomiast adjectives, as convex as possible on top of and next to banal nouns. And with a lot of priority over any qualities. But first of all (another mandatory component) with patriotic calls to arms, national respect and reasoning. With: (1) a soulless appeal to the feelings and images that inflate everyone’s identity and referential pride, with (2) an encouragement to intoxicate people with the air of a historical past, overflowing with cultural values ​​canonized forever, with (3) an implicit goal of approving all political techniques days as a flag and an expression of the entire patriotic past and all national values. Of course, all relevant encomiastical expositions also refer to a multitude of quotations and opinions of predecessors, having to rise not to the measure of truth or at least to the sense of measure, but to the immensity of the prominence or convexity of the imagination “in debt” and the curiosity of the explanatory text.

For today’s Days of Saints and Sinners on the Trail, here’s my cousin (uncalled/unpaid/selfless, therefore inadequate) to contribute to the polychrome palette of aisles and millstones, reminding you (with pleasure) of one of the anniversaries. His name, or rather, as he was told, Urmuz. In my humble and worthless opinion, the coolest centennial of 2023 belongs to this museum.

He shot himself on November 23, 2023. Until that time, he did and was practically everything: from poor to rich (theoretically, through government positions), he suddenly decided to become everything with his own hand. Or end it all. But I won’t try to depict it here, nor express my appreciation for iX, Ygrec, or even Zet. In dozens of books dedicated to him (of which only a few dozen pages and a few fragments of so-called sheet music remain), this was done by a handful of others, particularly intelligent ones. It is better to stay small next to a big person. So I’d rather say this: go brothers and at least read something on the net, be amazed at how open that madman was, how avant-garde and prolific he was (maybe, or rather could be)this respectable suicide. (Possibly: etc, etc. And ends, also possibly, with:) This little one, who could make fun of many adults, all arrogant, stocky, careerist, immortal.

Again on November 10 this year, see that the event is planned in the hall of the central library “Kolyada I” in free entrance. Which, in addition to rumors (and books) about Urmuz, for the first time puts a concert and modern music, on “poems” of Urmuz. And even a piano sonatina written by him. – Comment on Contributors.ro