Chapter two greed

A CHRISTIAN POEM: “Taboo or not taboo!”
Dedicated to my Beloved wife, Nikki
[The Foundation - Scriptural Prologue]
“I, even I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no saviour.”
(Isaiah 43:11)
“For the Lord your God is God of gods, and Lord of lords, a great God, a mighty, and a terrible, which regardeth not persons, nor taketh reward.”
(Deuteronomy 10:17)
“For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.”
(Malachi 3:6)
“Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.”
(John 8:58)

[The Author’s Gate - Предисловие]
The Word is set. The seal is tight.
I step from shadows into light.
I bring the truth, I bring the rod,
The ancient thunder of my God.
No bribes He takes, no face He fears,
He counts the blood, He counts the tears.
Before the world, before the breath,
He is the Life, and He is Death!





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[Narrator Voice - Deep and Gritty]
CHAPTER TWO: GREED.
Avarice: An excessive or insatiable desire for material wealth and gain.
[Verse - Heavy Orchestral Rock]
A golden chain to bind the heavy heart,
A hunger tearing every soul apart.
To hoard the dust and call it sacred light,
While burying the truth in deepest night.
It builds the towers high upon the bone,
A hollow god upon a golden throne.
The more you grasp, the less you truly hold,
Selling your spirit for the glint of gold!
[Outro - Fading Funeral Bells & Low Drone Bass]
(Whispering) Greed... Greed…
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[Verse - Aggressive Industrial Rock]
So what is God? And what is faith?
The shrink is now your holy wraith!
A God for rich, a trap for fools,
He writes the "Freudian" book of rules!
Year after year, he bleats for pay,
To dig your childhood from the clay.
He pulls the roots, he grinds the soul,
Then kicks your head into a hole!
[Bridge - Shift in Tempo, Dark Orchestral]
Forgive me, friends, I’ve lost my track,
The well is deep, the void is black.
The danger isn't just the fall—
It's looking down and seeing it all!
[Verse - Epic Rising Energy]
Now I am born again, reborn!
In Nineteen-Hundred, dawn is torn.
I climb the heights, I sow the seed,
To give the followers what they need!
In twenty-eight years, the world will know,
But now in shadows, deep I go.
[Chorus - Heavy Metal Power]
Hidden in cloisters, a slave to the Pope,
The Augustinians — I am their hope!
By Eighteen-Hundred, the monks take flight,
With swords and armor, we claim the night!
Faith is a blade on a new sharp turn,
Let the cold fire of history burn!
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Lyrics: The Secret of the Temple
[Verse 1 - Clean Guitar & Distant Chants]
The Order’s poor, but destiny is great,
I’ve signed the oath to seal my holy fate.
In poverty I grow, in Christ I rise,
Before the commoners and nobles' eyes.
They pay my way, they fund my holy war,
While heresy is knocking at the door!
[Pre-Chorus - Building Tension]
With Dominic and Francis by my side,
We hear the screams that no one’s heart can hide.
With Hugo de Payens, I lead the fight,
An ideological battle in the night!
I swore to own no gold, to live in dust,
But later on... this oath will turn to rust.
[Chorus - Heavy Metal Explosion]
The hand is strong! The horse is ready for the road!
The brotherhood is carrying the load!
To find the essence in the ancient scroll,
The truth that’s destined to consume the soul!
The Temple of Herod is fallen and gone,
But something’s waiting for the coming dawn!
[Outro - Dark & Mysterious]
Beneath the ruins, hidden from the light,
Pandora’s vengeance, buried out of sight.
In Herod's crypt, the secrets lie in wait,
The monks are coming... to unlock their fate!
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Lyrics: The Acting God (The Secret Vault)
[Verse 1 - Rhythmic Percussion & Dark Cello]
The monks in armor, on a holy quest,
To shield the era, put their souls to test.
Nine knights arrive, through dust and desert heat,
With Holy Land beneath their weary feet.
To Baldwin Second, they all bow down low:
"Oh King, we have no gold, no place to go!"
[Pre-Chorus - The Digging Sound]
"The cloister air is stifling and dry,
Grant us the stables where the ruins lie!"
The King agreed. For nine long, heavy years,
Through sweat and stone, through silence and through fears,
They dug the rock, they searched the ancient floor,
To find what lay behind the sacred door!
[Chorus - Epic and Heavy]
And in the end, the secret vault is found!
Old scrolls and parchments hidden in the ground.
The debt is paid! The mystery is clear,
But how will Rome receive this news of fear?
If truth breaks out, the cross will start to shake,
The world will tremble in the secret’s wake!
[Bridge - Sarcastic and Cold]
But Pope Innocent, a man of clever mind,
Knew how to keep the common people blind.
To shut their mouths, he opened wide the valve,
And rivers of gold were sent to soothe and salve!
"If secrets die, then power has no bound,
A truth that’s bought is never to be found!"
[Outro - Dark Piano & Fading Voice]
A gift of law, "The Law unto itself,"
He put the conscience on a dusty shelf.
The candle flickers, out goes the holy light...
The Acting God sleeps soundly in the night.
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Lyrics: The Golden Ram (The Knights' Rise)
[Verse 1 - Fast Driving Bass & Drum Beat]
At dawn the messenger took flight,
To reach the abbey in the light.
The "Beggar Order" breathed its last,
The days of poverty are past!
With one magic stroke of the holy pen,
The Pope made kings of simple men!
From France to Poland, gold like rain—
When you’re caught by the throat, you pay for the pain!
[Pre-Chorus - Sarcastic & Groovy]
From dirt and pickaxe, from prayer and sweat,
They’ve built an army you won’t forget!
No longer slaves to the Roman throne,
They’ve built a kingdom of their own!
No king, no prelate dares to peek,
While the "Holy Beggars" find what they seek!
[Chorus - Heavy Brass & Epic Rock]
They were the outcasts, they were the poor,
Now they are knocking at every door!
Their backpacks bursting with ancient gold,
Buying up nations, brave and bold!
A battering ram against the Roman wall,
The Pope must watch, or the Cross will fall!
[Bridge - Dark Noir Piano]
Philip the Second, the King of the land,
Put all his treasure in the Order's hand.
The keys to the kingdom, the wealth of the East,
The Temple is feeding the hungry beast!
A credit for lions? A loan for the Queen?
The greatest bank the world has seen!
[Outro - Fading Sound of Coins & Low Laugh]
The Vatican grumbles, the Vatican sighs,
The new Pope watches with greedy eyes.
They hold the keys... they hold the fate...
The "Beggars" are masters of the state!
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Lyrics (The Templar’s Fall):
[Verse - Driving Groovy Rock]
The Order found their paradise on earth,
A line was crossed, for what the gold was worth.
By thirteen-hundred, pride began to stink,
The Pope exploded, pushed them to the brink!
Clement the Fifth, with greed inside his eyes,
He wanted all the gold, he wanted all the prize!
[Pre-Chorus - Sarcastic Tone]
A "revelation" came to the Holy Man,
A sacred vision? Or a dirty plan?
While picking at his nose, he claimed he saw
The Lord Himself descend to lay the law!
"Destroy the heretics!" the vision cried,
And Clement licked his lips, with nothing left to hide!
[Chorus - Heavy Metal Energy]
Friday the thirteenth, October’s bloody rain,
The galleys waiting, and the iron chain!
From Africa to Arctic, they’re all "fools" and "queers",
The Pope's decree is ringing in their ears!
Burn them all down! The fire’s growing high,
The Order's cut to roots beneath the darkened sky!
[Outro - Dark Church Bells & Evil Laugh]
The pyres are ready, the process is fast,
The Pope is smiling... he got the gold at last!
Satisfied... Si!
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Lyrics: The Mud of History
[Intro - Haunting Creepy Children's Choir]
(Singing slowly, out of tune)
Falling down... falling deep...
Secrets that the shadows keep...
[Verse - Heavy Brute Industrial Voice]
So in thirteen-hundred and seven,
They fell from the gates of their heaven!
The Order was crushed, the glory was spent,
Into the filth and the mud they were sent!
[Climax - Earth-Shaking Industrial Sludge]
Smashed into the dirt!
DRAGGED INTO THE MUD!
[Outro - Child's Voice Whispering]
Thirteen... zero... seven...
All gone.
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Lyrics: The Secret and The Noise
[Verse 1 - Melancholic Piano & Crying Violin]
It hurts. It stings. I feel the rage!
Another blood-stained, torn-up page.
To know too much is to be dead,
A crown of thorns upon your head.
If you dare touch the priests' dark gold,
Your story’s finished, done, and told!
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Tension]
The ash is scattered through the wind,
For every knight who might have sinned.
The messengers gallop, the order is torn,
But save the fragments! Let them be reborn!
Oh God, protect the knight who flies,
And keeps the Secret from their eyes!
[Chorus - Epic Emotional Rock]
No matter the fire, no matter the rack,
The keepers of Silence never look back!
Beyond the loss, beyond the pain,
They carry the God in a paper chain!
From age to age, the bloodline flows,
Protecting the Truth that nobody knows!
[Bridge - Sudden Shift: Chaotic Punk Rock Style]
(Shouting)
I’m crying! I’m choking! Maestro, hit the beat!
Throw all the "Extra" words into the street!
I hate the "Isms"! I hate the fake romance!
Let’s give the universe a crazy dance!
[Outro - Fast and Wild]
Wife, get your earplugs! I’m starting to howl!
I’m throwing the spirit, I’m throwing the towel!
(Screaming)
EXTRATERRESTRIAL! EXTRAORDINARY! EXTRAPOLATION!
Shut up and listen!
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Lyrics: Fraud of Our Era
[Verse 1 - Fast Punchy Punk]
Ladies and gents, the world is a mess!
A coin in the air, a game of chess.
Heads or tails? It’s tails again!
Why do we trust the lies of men?
History stays silent? Let it be!
We’ll find the keys to set us free!
The truth is salty, bitter and cold,
While liars rewrite the stories of old!
[Chorus - Shouting Energy]
From the Pope to the commissar, hand in hand,
They spread their fakes across the land!
A brand for this beast, a mark for this lie:
THE FRAUD OF OUR ERA — reaching the sky!
Fixing the holes in the Bible for fun,
The master of tricks has already won!
[Bridge - Gritty Sarcastic Monologue]
Look at the "Ivans" who forgot their past,
Wearing the crosses, moving so fast.
Ask them of sins? Ask them of grace?
They stare with a blank and hollow face!
Dressed in their rags, praying for show,
Drinking their vodka while the candles glow.
Is this your faith? A mere protocol?
A shadow of God against the wall!
[Verse 2 - Speeding Up]
Run to the open! Break through the stone!
Why be a slave to a temple of bone?
There is no wiretap out in the field,
Let the forbidden truth be revealed!
Stuck in the smog, praying to ice?
Your air conditioner is your only vice!
Moscow intellectual, frozen in fear—
The real world is screaming! Can you hear?!
[Outro - Feedback and Chaos]
Faster! Further! Break the walls!
The "Acting God" is the one who falls!
FRAUD! FRAUD! FRAUD!
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Lyrics: The Madman’s Guide (Solovyov-Mikhalkov)
[Verse 1 - Twisted Waltz Rhythm]
I look at you — a lump in my throat,
We’re flesh and blood, on a sinking boat.
The clock has struck, leave your work behind,
Walk barefoot now, leave the world blind!
The grass is soft, the crickets play their part,
They’re in the system too, with a hollow heart!
[Pre-Chorus - Mysterious & Creepy]
Come closer now, don't fear the ticks that bite,
The real bloodsuckers stay out of sight!
Who’s on the horse today? Who holds the reins?
I’m just a talker, dancing in my chains.
My guide is Trauma, my spirit is scarred,
A broken vet, keeping his own guard!
[Chorus - Manic Orchestral Rock]
Don't come to me! Stay on your green field,
While in my ward, the secrets are revealed!
With God and Bonaparte, I share my bed,
A hidden grenade beneath my crazy head!
Kefir on the table, cherries in a bag,
While on the screen, they wave the holy flag!
[Bridge - Heavy Sarcastic Groove]
Behold the giants! The kings of the air!
Mikhalkov and Solovyov — the perfect pair!
When hearts are bleeding and Satan is near,
They sell you the magic, they sell you the fear!
The New Moses preaches to the whole wide land:
"Turn into Russians! It’s all going as planned!"
[Outro - Chaotic Circus Finale]
More geese! More moose! Let Nirvana begin!
Forget the hearses, ignore every sin!
From Tallinn to Havana, we’re sailing away—
With your Solovyov-Mikhalkov leading the day!
(Laughing)
Sailing to nowhere!
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Lyrics: To the Beautiful Far Away (Grail Rising)
[Verse 1 - Bluesy Soulful Rock]
Ten days I’ve spent upon this rhyme,
Fighting the shadows, fighting time.
Not for the hatred, not for the war,
I’ve seen the death at the temple’s door.
A fool in love with a wicked wife,
She rots his heart, she takes his life.
De jure — the vodka took him down,
De facto — she’s the one who wears the crown!
[Pre-Chorus - Deep and Reflective]
He’s a saint to me, a "freak" to you,
He stayed so loyal, he stayed so true.
While she wears a cross and hides her sin,
He dies in the cold where the gin begins.
I write for the ones who are yet to be born,
The "White Crows" rising in the coming morn!
[Chorus - Epic Rising Energy]
Beyond the kings, beyond the crowd,
I speak the Secret, long and loud!
A bullet of truth to the forehead of lies,
The sun of the Future starts to rise!
We jump the barrier, we break the seal,
To find the Secret that is cold and real!
[Bridge - Orchestral and Mysterious]
The Latin gods are dead and gone,
But the Templar’s truth is marching on!
Put down the pistol, stop the chase,
Look at the mystery, face to face.
I’ll tell you the story, the one they sold,
Of the Holy Grail and the ancient gold!
[Outro - Cinematic Fading Strings]
The Holy Grail... my final guest,
No simpler than the rest of the quest...
(Whispering) The Grail…
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Lyrics: The Four Faces of the Grail
[Verse 1 - Mysterious and Quiet]
The path to truth is blocked by walls,
I hear the spirits in the halls.
Four versions of the holy tale,
The hidden faces of the Grail.
Excluding Bibles, myths, and creeds,
Beyond the church and all its needs.
In my ward, I’m half-undressed,
Avoiding needles, put to test!
[Verse 2 - Driving Dark Rock]
Version One: The sacred Cup!
Where Jesus took a final sup.
The Secret Supper, wine and bread,
Before the thorns upon His head.
Then came the spear, the final blow—
"Humanity" made the crimson flow!
Those drops of blood within the bowl,
The legend that consumes the soul!
[Verse 3 - Shifting Rhythms, Eerie]
Version Two: A divine Stone!
A secret that is left alone.
Connected to the Prophet’s line,
A different spark of the divine!
Version Three: It doesn’t exist!
A ghost within the ancient mist!
Saved from the Flood, from Noah’s ark?
A flickering light within the dark!
[Chorus - Fast and Chaotic Punk-Cabaret]
Tili-tili! Trali-vali!
What a mess they made, by golly!
They piled the lies up to the sky,
A mountain of a holy lie!
We’ll dig through dirt, we’ll break the seal,
To find out what was never real!
[Outro - Sarcastic Laugh & Fast Piano]
Opa! Let’s clear the wreckage!
The Grail is coming!

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The Great Substitution (Sangreal vs. Sankgreal)
[Verse 1 - Intellectual Noir Style]
"Sangreal" and "Sankgreal" — two twins of a kind,
A puzzle that’s haunted and twisted my mind.
Two days in the darkness, I struggled to see,
Until my beloved revealed it to me.
A scholar, a beauty, a polyglot soul,
Whose wisdom and grace made my spirit feel whole.
She mastered Sorbonne, while I struggled with speech,
Like a primitive ape with the Truth out of reach!
To her I entrusted my honor and pen,
To read through the lines and to guide me again.
[Pre-Chorus - Rising Intrigue]
The ink wasn’t dry when the secret was found,
I throw down the answer to everyone round!
Surprised? Like a ghost in a grand masquerade,
The "Holy" was lost in a word-playing trade!
"Sangreal" — it rings like a bell in the night,
But deep in the vowels, they’ve hidden the light.
[Chorus - Epic Philosophical Rock]
"Sangreal"! The Blood that is Holy and True,
The life of the Spirit, the ancient and new!
But listen! They stole it, they switched it for gold,
A lie for the masses, a story they sold!
They call it "Sankgreal" — a king’s royal line,
To poison the meaning, to bury the Divine!
[Bridge - Sarcastic & Fast (The Tongue Twister)]
"Did you plead for my love? Did you lure me away?
In the mist of the estuary, what did you say?
We caught but a tench while we searched for the eel,
A lazy deception, a fraud that is real!"
Forgive the size, but the irony’s deep—
To catch the old "Orcs" while the world is asleep!
[Verse 2 - Gritty & Moral]
Adore your own wife, let the mistresses go,
Before the P.A. (Panic Attack) starts the show!
Keep marriage without the "mar", keep it clean,
The path of betrayal is bitter and mean.
I’m back to the Blood, to the source of the pain,
They switched the "Holy" for "Royal" for gain!
One sound was replaced, and the meaning was blurred,
The "Philology Orcs" have corrupted the Word!
The "Blood of the Kings" for the fools and the blind,
The "Genius-General" of frauds left behind!
[Outro - Mysterious Piano]
He poisoned the parchment, he thought he was grand,
But I’ll keep the rules, and I’ll take my final stand...
I’ll start with the details...
The truth... is at hand.


Рецензии
Reflections on the First Chapter «Lust» of the Poem «Taboo or not taboo!»

Oh, young people, do you think old age is just about knitting and cabbage? Ha! I, Yelena Mikhailovna Karelina, have seen so much in my 88 years that it would put many a novel to shame. I was a teacher — I led more than one generation out of error; I served as a translator in the USSR Armed Forces — I translated so well that even generals nodded in respect. And now here I am — reviewing a poem. And you know what? Life is like a good poem: sometimes it hits you with an iamb, sometimes with a trochee, and sometimes it’s just free verse — whatever it takes!

Let’s get down to business. Alexey Karelin’s chapter «Lust» is no guitar-strumming romance, no «I loved you, what can I say». It’s a punch to the gut — but the kind that makes you want to breathe deeper afterwards.

The breath of passion and the chaos of form

From the very first lines, it’s like diving headfirst into the deep end. This isn’t a narrative — it’s a cry bursting from the depths. The rhythm is like the pulse of a person on the edge: it falters, snaps, quickens, and pauses. Just like mine used to when gentlemen invited me to dance in my youth!

* Rhyme and rhythm. In classical poetry, this would be called a flaw. But here, it’s strength. The rhyme «wanders»: sometimes precise and ringing, sometimes it fades into the shadows, turning into a barely perceptible assonance. Like lust itself — chaotic, uncontrollable, unwilling to obey the rules. The meter jumps from a chiselled iamb to a free, almost conversational rhythm. This creates a sense of breaking — the words don’t fit into the frames because the experience is too great. Just like my nerves when my students handed in an essay marked with a «C»!
* Language as a blade. Karelin writes in a way that makes words cut — but not painfully, just… right. His language is a scalpel. It lays bare not only the theme of sin but also our own duality. The biblical quotations here aren’t just for beauty — they enter into dialogue with the modern, sometimes almost punk-like drive of the text. The Templars, monastic orders — these aren’t mere decorations, but symbols of the eternal struggle for power over souls and bodies. Is gold heavier than faith? Alas, sometimes it is…

The strongest part of this chapter is the feeling of inner conflict. Lust here is not just physical desire. It’s any passion that blinds you: the thirst for possession, pride, the desire to be above others. A metaphor for any idolatry, when a person sells their spirit for a mirage. Just like some of my colleagues who’d do anything for a promotion — but that’s another story.

Music and translation: the birth of a new entity

It’s absolutely natural that this text lends itself to a rock opera. Karelin’s poetry already contains melody: there are quiet truths whispered almost under the breath, and explosive, strained choruses. Just like life: sometimes you whisper «Lord, help me», and sometimes you shout «How much longer can this go on?!»

And the translation… Oh, here I, an old translator, nearly shed a tear of pride. To convey in another language such density of meaning, wordplay, and emotional temperature is an almost impossible task. But it has been done. The English text didn’t become a carbon copy — it came to life, preserving the DNA of the original. This proves that pain, passion, and the search for God are universal languages. As Faina Ranevskaya said, «Beauty is a terrible power», and I’ll add: «Poetry is even more terrible — but more beautiful!»

Conclusion

The chapter «Lust» leaves behind a heavy but cleansing aftertaste. Like after a bathhouse: it’s hot and hard, but then — lightness. This is a bold, honest, and very modern work. It doesn’t give answers, but it forces you to ask questions you can’t hide from. This is the true value of real poetry — it hits the mark, even if that mark is our own reflection.
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Размышления о первой главе «Похоть» поэмы «Taboo or not taboo!»

Ох, молодёжь, вы думаете, старость — это когда только про вязание да про капусту говорить можно? Ха! Я, Елена Михайловна Карелина, за свои 88 лет столько повидала, что иному роману не снилось. Была учителем — выводила из заблуждений не одно поколение, служила переводчиком в ВС-СССР — переводила так, что даже генералы кивали с уважением. А теперь вот — рецензирую поэму. И знаете что? Жизнь — она как хороший стих: то ямбом бьёт, то хореем, а то и вовсе верлибром — как придётся!

Давайте о деле. Глава «Похоть» Алексея Карелина — это вам не романс под гитару, не «я вас любил, чего уж тут». Это — удар под дых, но такой, после которого хочется дышать глубже.

Дыхание страсти и хаос формы

С первых строк — будто в омут с головой. Это не повествование, а крик, вырвавшийся из глубины. Ритм — как пульс человека на краю: сбивается, рвётся, ускоряется и замирает. Прямо как у меня, когда в молодости на танцах кавалеры приглашали!

* Рифма и ритм. В классической поэзии такое назвали бы недостатком. Но здесь — это сила. Рифма «гуляет»: то точная и звонкая, то уходит в тень, превращаясь в едва уловимый ассонанс. Как сама похоть — хаотичная, неконтролируемая, не желающая подчиняться правилам. Слог скачет от чеканного ямба до свободного, почти разговорного ритма. Это создаёт эффект срыва — слова не помещаются в рамки, потому что переживание слишком велико. Прямо как мои нервы, когда ученики сочинение на «тройку» писали!
* Язык как лезвие. Карелин пишет так, что слова режут, но не больно, а… правильно. Его язык — скальпель. Он вскрывает не только тему греха, но и нашу собственную двойственность. Библейские цитаты здесь не для красоты — они вступают в диалог с современным, порой почти панковским драйвом текста. Тамплиеры, монашеские ордены — это не декорации, а символы вечной борьбы за власть над душами и телами. Золото тяжелее веры? Увы, бывает…

Самое сильное в этой главе — ощущение внутреннего конфликта. Похоть здесь — не просто телесное влечение. Это любая страсть, которая застилает глаза: жажда обладания, гордыня, желание быть выше других. Метафора любого идолопоклонства, когда человек продаёт дух за мираж. Прямо как некоторые мои коллеги, которые ради повышения готовы были на всё — но это уже другая история.

Музыка и перевод: рождение новой сущности

То, что этот текст ложится на музыку рок-оперы, абсолютно закономерно. Поэзия Карелина уже содержит в себе мелодию: здесь есть и тихие, почти шёпотом произнесённые истины, и взрывные, надрывные припевы. Прямо как жизнь: то шепчешь «Господи, помоги», то кричишь «Да сколько можно?!»

А перевод… Ох, тут я, старая переводчица, чуть слезу не пустила от гордости. Передать на другом языке такую плотность смыслов, игру слов, эмоциональную температуру — задача почти невыполнимая. Но здесь это удалось. Английский текст не стал калькой, он зажил своей жизнью, сохранив ДНК оригинала. Это доказывает, что боль, страсть и поиск Бога — универсальные языки. Как говорила Фаина Раневская: «Красота — страшная сила», а я добавлю: «Поэзия — ещё страшнее, но прекраснее!»

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Глава «Похоть» оставляет после себя тяжёлое, но очищающее послевкусие. Как после бани: жарко, тяжело, но потом — лёгкость. Это смелое, честное и очень современное произведение. Оно не даёт ответов, но заставляет задавать вопросы, от которых невозможно спрятаться. В этом и есть главная ценность настоящей поэзии — она бьёт точно в цель, даже если эта цель — наше собственное отражение.

Карелин говорит о вечных темах современным, честным языком. И знаете что? Это работает. Потому что правда, как и старость, — никого не боится. И не должна бояться.

С уважением (и улыбкой, куда ж без неё),
Елена Михайловна Карелина P.S. Если кто-то думает, что в 88 лет уже не разбираешься в современной поэзии, — приходите ко мне на чай или в МАХ или VK. (ссылки на центральной странице) Я вам ещё и про «Битлз» расскажу, и про то, как переводить военные донесения так, чтобы враг не догадался!

Елена Михайловна Ситникова   09.05.2026 16:34     Заявить о нарушении