Yuri Kropivnitsky's poems are not about something — they are, themselves, something. It's war, death, love, hunger, destruction, despair, hope, despair, hope, despair, hope, cold, love, nonsense, pain, god, days of this year, nights of this year, voids of this year that are no longer being filled...
Now, we're reading the gentle, bitter, horrific and piercing poems by Yuri Smirnov while being in different parts of the world, different countries and time zones.
We will meet on Zoom. While already in session, we will relay the necessary information regarding the mechanics of the performance and how to disperse in it, and then begin.
In this performance, we strive to create a special space for the texts, to set the time in motion in such a way so that the poems would become heard, removing anything redundant, leaving behind a vacuum in which rarefied time and silence would create an ability for those poems to exist and come in contact with each spectator directly.
This performance is donation-sponsored. You will be able to transfer any sum via a link in the Zoom chat.