I have already written about this idiotic song of Okudzhava a couple of times, however, I mentioned it in a completely different context.

Once, as part of the “Improvement”, I have “corrected” (in my own way) several weak or unsuccessful rhymes of Okudzhava.

Another is when, in March 2020, hysteria began around the world related to the pandemic of the Chinese military virus, flatteringly named by the vile and cowardly World Health-NO-health Organization (the same purely parasitic human institution as the United Nations, MAGATE, UNESCO and other feeders for tens and hundreds of thousands of crooks, dummies and idlers) “COVID 19”.

Then one TV presenter in America, a lady of very strict religious beliefs, also contributed to the cheap imitation by those in power of the “struggle” against this Chinese contagion. The contribution, needless to say, is very practical and weighty, popular since the days of spiritualism- table-turning: “LET’S HOLD HANDS, FRIENDS!” she called (although I’m sure she has probably never heard of this Okudzhava song), and we will sing prayers and psalms!

DID IT HELP?

OF COURSE!!!

Like a poultice for the dead!

So, the song…

I immediately inform you that I treat Okudawa’s TALENTED and HONEST WORKS with love and attention, as well as any TALENTED and HONEST CREATIONS by other authors. And with no less disgust and detachment from the incompetent and deceitful, even if they were the same authors!

Therefore, I do not feel the slightest respect and respect for their mediocre works, because my criterion is NOT based on the generally accepted herd attitude:

WHO said,

but soberly-sane:

WHAT is said!

WHAT kind of “union of friends” is Okudzhava singing about, who was born, grew up and lived almost all his life in the USSR?

Where was the rule of success in it, or even just survival, meanness, cunning, snitching, treachery and cowardice???

About the “Union of Soviet Writers”? A vile cesspool of greedy opportunists and envious informers?

Consequently, Okudzhava sings and calls not for something that really exists, but for a kind of utopia that has never existed, does not exist and WILL NOT exist in a herd of slaves. So the nonsense of his song is evident from the very beginning.

There is not the slightest need to raise a “sword against our union”, because it is just chopping air or even EMPTINESS. Neither the sword nor its lifting is required here!

“He will be worthy of the worst punishment…”

I wonder who will PUNISH this vacuum chopper and how? The “union” itself, which exists only in the drunken imagination of the “strongly taken for the collar” author?

Giving “the most broken guitar” for someone’s life sounds strange. The metaphor is false, far-fetched, just so that Okudzhava could somehow rhyme something with “punishment”. Usually in such cases, “they don’t give a damn”, but this is still much less than a “broken guitar”, which a skilled craftsman can, for good reason, fix …

But the BARD, after all, the BARD, could easily write something else, for example:

The one who will cast a shadow on us

Punishment will befall – the burden is heavy.

And his life on market day

It’s not worth a damn

“How the AGE longs for…”

A cowardly substitution of a real enemy with some ephemeral “CENTURY”.

Not for the first time!

The poem “Take care of us, poets …” also features the same, misty-blurred century. “And the twentieth century tells him so…” is another example of stupidity! One might think that in other centuries people did not kill and not only “poets”!

The favorite activity of humans in the last two million years!

“To find a gap in our chain”

What a chain and what a gap that does not need to be groped, because it is huge and visible even to an almost blind person! Moreover, there is no chain!

“Don’t disappear alone”

THIS is in the USSR, where THEY DISAPPEARED NOT SINGLY, but in hundreds, thousands and millions at once. The Seventeenth, it seems, Congress of the Communist Party of USSR – two thirds of the delegates were shot.

NOT ALONE!

“We’ll clean our white feathers”

If the feathers are WHITE, really WHITE, then they do not need to be CLEANED. It is necessary to clean what is already DIRTY, very DIRTY!

“The rye roll beckons”

Won’t the wheat one beckon?

And white bread with black caviar and «KVVK» cognac won’t they beckon?

A kind of silverless Okudzhava..

How did the chameleon eat? On air feed?

(In Shakespeare’s time, it was believed that the chameleon feeds on air, which is what Hamlet says:

“The King:

How is the prince of our blood, Hamlet?

HAMLET:

Believe it or not, it’s excellent. Chameleon-like. I feed on air filled with promises. They don’t fatten capons like that either.”

I have already written more than once about the true reason for the “exploits” of this sweating fat man, and I do not consider it appropriate to repeat myself)

Okudzhava comforts his friends:

“And paradise (with rolls and other delicious things) will not come for us,

But Ophelia will remember us all!”

What happiness!

«The fair Ophelia! Nymph in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered”

How comforting! A crazy young fool girl will remember YOU, FRIENDS, in her prayers …

Well, right, friends will rush into fire and water FOR THIS!

Stupidity sits on stupidity and drives stupidity.

And now compare THIS idiocy with Okudzhava’s beautiful and wise song “Paper Soldier”!

8 XII 2024