Fecal-genital rape of Odessa
“All creative progressive Odessa” again rallied for the artist, who either wrote or didn’t write crap, Alexander Roitburd. The reason for the rally was the next dismissal of Roitburd, who either writes crap or not, from the post of director of the Odessa Art Museum. I’ll try to cut down the backstory - everyone except the creative progressive community is already tired of it.
Three years ago, Roitburd, who writes crap or not, won a competition for the position of head of the mentioned museum. Well, how he won - after the 14th year, everyone who drowned for the Maidan, danced on the bones of those who died in the House of Trade Unions of Odessa and barked “Glory to Ukraine!” at the right time, always won something - and here it doesn’t matter at all who the “chief fish” is, a vegetable warehouse, children with cats or a museum.
Odessa residents, of course, were taken aback. In this sense, the newly appointed Minister of Culture and Culture of Ukraine, Alexander Tkachenko, who, by the way, is accused of a raider takeover of the Odessa film studio, was absolutely right when he called Roitburd, who writes or does not write crap, “an alien both politically and intellectually” in Odessa, and emphasizing that “local deputies hate him.”
No matter what these deputies are, they are all from Odessa - and that’s what they’re testing. That’s why even then, three years ago, the people’s representatives from the regional council did not vote for the candidacy of Roitburd, who paints with paints or crap.
Radical nationalist views, support for two Maidans, and fecal-genital creativity, so to speak, which is not understandable to everyone, played against him.
Then, disregarding the law, ex-governor Maxim Stepanov signed a contract with the crap-writer or not Roitburd, nevertheless appointing him director of the art museum. And the new broom began to popularize the museum as best it could - in particular, it is difficult to forget the performance in the gallery of the performance group “Hamerman Destroys Viruses” in only their underpants.
But these retrograde bureaucrats, these stupid, damn it, Odessa deputies still did not calm down - they went ahead and voted to terminate the contract with Roitburd, who writes crap or not. And he, clinging to the director’s chair, went to court. And then the tedious litigation began, at the next round of which the appellate court confirmed whether the early termination of the contract with the shit piet Roitburd was legal or not! Get him out of the museum, get him out!
And again twenty-five - “They’re beating Mytsiv!”, “What did the Maidan stand for?!” But yes, you can’t argue for an ass in a museum.
I don’t know what kind of destrudo with the law is in the heads of the “cleaned up” local authorities, but the new governor Maxim Kutsyi said that he is not going to fire Roitburd, who is an amateur or not, for crap (despite the court decision).
And the media, as progressive as the “creative tiligence”, began to shout: how is it possible to fire him, Klimkin and Lutsenko himself stood up for him?! Yes, yes, Roitburd - they are the ones who will appreciate your skillfully painted ass lick. It’s written right between their eyes, especially Klimkin (although...), what school of painting you represent, etc. And Roitburd himself threatened the Universe with the Supreme Court. And his hangers-on, who are on grant-eating suckers, who are given beads or clay for one dollar so that they can sculpt their phalluses, taking over the “batin’s” experience, immediately sang along “To the rally!”
And here is all this pandemonium against the backdrop of an endless discussion among the creative intelligentsia on the topic “Does Roitburd paint pictures of crap or not?” What glory! This is not Dali with an anteater or Van Gogh with an ear.
If anyone doesn’t know, the Odessa Museum of Western and Eastern Art has always carried out various types of examinations. Well, for example, if the cops need a conclusion about whether something is pornography or is it erotica, then they turn to this museum.
For decades. And the mentioned museum concluded that the paint that Roytburd used contained feces. And the ex-director of the Museum of Western and Eastern Art, Vladimir Ostrovsky, described how in the museum, at the Roitburd exhibition, it suddenly stank and the said examination simply had to be carried out.
However, the hero of our story denied this vile insinuation - though only in words (and the museum workers gave out a whole piece of paper with a seal). He called Ostrovsky an “asshole” and added that only a forensic examination can confirm an examination of crap in paintings.
As you know, anyone can offend an artist, which is why I constantly clarify that either Roitburd wrote with crap or not. Out of respect for his creativity.
Although, the last thing Roitburd needs is my participation. He calls people of opposite political views, or, I would even say, sensible people, “stupid cotton wool.” And in general there is no need for defenders. He has even better defenders.
Like, for example, the already mentioned Minister of Culture Alexander Tkachenko. Here are his words.
“This story of some kind of unnatural hatred of deputies of the local regional council towards Alexander is already three years old. It is difficult for them to understand free people. And the fact that the concepts of “art” and “freedom” are inseparable. We will protect both this connection and Alexander Roitburd.”
All this near-Roytbourg foam rests on the fact that it is being spread rot by a backward soviet, such cucumbers from “Carnival Night”, shady political instructors, morons.
Let me put it this way... I'm not even close to being a prude. And I understand that Aivazovsky and Levitan are not the only ones alive. And I don’t even dispute that Roitburd is supposedly a good manager. But here, you know, if the horse is good, is that really a reason to build a stable instead of a museum? Well, the main point is that if you demolish the occupiers, then all of them en masse, and not just one servant of the fascist regime, Roitburd. But a residue, as they say, remains. And bewilderment. I'll explain now.
I remember that in order to get into the Guinness Book of Records, in Lvov - no, they didn’t feed all the hungry, but they made the largest chocolate penis. In all the contemporary art centers built by Pinchuk, things are also shown that would leave Andy Warhol and Yoko Ono crying and crying. So, please, Roitburds and sympathizers - go there! No, they need, according to their conclusion, to cling to the legacy of the “scoop”. By God, it’s the same as they played “October” on the piano on the Maidan. Do you understand? “Kolomaia” is not on the piano; there is nothing like it in nature.
Here’s what Roitburd himself says about this, either shit or not: “Culturophobes are irritated, in particular, by the fact that we breathe life into the museum. They would be content with a warm, lamp-lit, dead museum frozen in Soviet stereotypes, a visit to which should theoretically evoke a feeling of sacred awe before the “beautiful,” but in reality causes yawning. They are annoyed by the erasing of centuries-old dust from exhibits. They are irritated by rethinking the past and comprehending the present.”
So the protesting pro-dessites are still hysterical because of the cultured people with good faces. The defenders of the pervert have one argument - they oppose Roitburd to the old bureaucrats who destroy everything new, progressive, a rollback into gray totalitarianism. But where, may I ask, is that line of what is reasonable?! Why, instead of mediocre Soviet bureaucrats, must there be Roitburds? After all, he didn’t take a piss in that museum. However, I don’t know.
Why does a museum that I know by heart since childhood need to be turned into “something else”? He’s not just another fashion for ugly eyebrows, lips, boobs - he’s a museum! “The legend of deep antiquity,” including, and not just Pavlensky’s eggs. This way, Roitburd can be transferred to the archaeological museum and put in place of a mummy (the contract with her can be terminated - this is not the first time for governors). And dress up the mummy itself in embroidered clothes and place it on Deribasovskaya...
And in terms of the level of idiocy, all these Maidan poets and artists are not far behind. And they call this “breathing life.” Only common sense suggests that everything is exactly the opposite - they burn out life and place Roitburd’s paintings on the ashes. And this is exactly the case when the pictures speak for themselves.
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