Кто-то перевел главу УК "Бред Котара" на английский
https://medium.com/@everythingistv/cotard-delusion-f0e97a88c4b6
только что заметил эту ссылку, она случайно попала в спам в комментах.
Надеюсь, смогу вскоре дописать четвертую часть УК и взяться за ее индийскую часть.
Перевод (не знаю автора):
“Cotard Delusion” is a term from psychiatry. Negative immenseness, sort of. It’s when you realize that you have contaminated the entire planet or that you’re a source of a big new sin.
We were in Latvia, on factory remains, walking around in ruins. And at this moment, at the very moment of observing an industrial corpse, a fighter jet flew over us. For the first time I saw a NATO fighter jet flying so low, not somewhere across the ocean, but here, in the space I was growing up in and thinking in. I mentally went thirty years back and remembered what was has been said. And then replayed these thirty years back in my mind. Back then — a prosperous Soviet republic, with factories, workers, ideals. And now — ruins, putrid smell and enemy’s fighter jet controlling the territory of horror.
Pasha suggested to go to an abandoned Soviet military base, walk around in its corpse. I was terrified, the whole body was shaking. Negative immenseness. It felt like this was our rotten consciousness, as if we walked around in it and mocked it. It’s nice to know a bit of psychiatry and psychoanalysis, you can recognize a fear in yourself, classify it, laugh over it.
When I was a kid, I used to draw pictures with colored felt–tip pens — of war with the U. S., depicting myself on a tank. Once, a grown–up noticed and asked me what that was about. When I said it was a war with the States they asked why. I replied that Americans were bad, that they killed all the American “Indians”. This war was to liberate the world of Indians. We had toy soldiers: indians and cowboys. Indians represented the magical world of nature connectedness and sacred powers. Cowboys represented stupidity, impudence and boredom. Indians were beautiful — they wore feathers on their heads, could silently move around the forest and talk to animals. Cowboys drank alcohol in saloons and wore hats. When we played with the toy soldiers, nobody wanted to pick cowboys.
Later on, it appeared that the dichotomy of sacred/magical vs. sterile/progressive can be seen in almost everything. The war between indians and cowboys is happening everywhere, even inside ourselves. This is a war of paradigms. How could it happen, that the cowboys won? How could these lame boring guys defeat people who could talk to animals? They say, cowboys made indians drink. Magic was defeated by technologies, by alcohol and gunpowder. Sterile progressive man — a triumph of global consciousness, superhuman, free as a fish in an aquarium with fake plastic plants — defeated a man who was magical and strange.
https://medium.com/@everythingistv/cotard-delusion-f0e97a88c4b6
только что заметил эту ссылку, она случайно попала в спам в комментах.
Надеюсь, смогу вскоре дописать четвертую часть УК и взяться за ее индийскую часть.
Перевод (не знаю автора):
“Cotard Delusion” is a term from psychiatry. Negative immenseness, sort of. It’s when you realize that you have contaminated the entire planet or that you’re a source of a big new sin.
We were in Latvia, on factory remains, walking around in ruins. And at this moment, at the very moment of observing an industrial corpse, a fighter jet flew over us. For the first time I saw a NATO fighter jet flying so low, not somewhere across the ocean, but here, in the space I was growing up in and thinking in. I mentally went thirty years back and remembered what was has been said. And then replayed these thirty years back in my mind. Back then — a prosperous Soviet republic, with factories, workers, ideals. And now — ruins, putrid smell and enemy’s fighter jet controlling the territory of horror.
Pasha suggested to go to an abandoned Soviet military base, walk around in its corpse. I was terrified, the whole body was shaking. Negative immenseness. It felt like this was our rotten consciousness, as if we walked around in it and mocked it. It’s nice to know a bit of psychiatry and psychoanalysis, you can recognize a fear in yourself, classify it, laugh over it.
When I was a kid, I used to draw pictures with colored felt–tip pens — of war with the U. S., depicting myself on a tank. Once, a grown–up noticed and asked me what that was about. When I said it was a war with the States they asked why. I replied that Americans were bad, that they killed all the American “Indians”. This war was to liberate the world of Indians. We had toy soldiers: indians and cowboys. Indians represented the magical world of nature connectedness and sacred powers. Cowboys represented stupidity, impudence and boredom. Indians were beautiful — they wore feathers on their heads, could silently move around the forest and talk to animals. Cowboys drank alcohol in saloons and wore hats. When we played with the toy soldiers, nobody wanted to pick cowboys.
Later on, it appeared that the dichotomy of sacred/magical vs. sterile/progressive can be seen in almost everything. The war between indians and cowboys is happening everywhere, even inside ourselves. This is a war of paradigms. How could it happen, that the cowboys won? How could these lame boring guys defeat people who could talk to animals? They say, cowboys made indians drink. Magic was defeated by technologies, by alcohol and gunpowder. Sterile progressive man — a triumph of global consciousness, superhuman, free as a fish in an aquarium with fake plastic plants — defeated a man who was magical and strange.