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Цитатник Анлофила - 39: некролог на смерть Майкла Джексона - Albion and Beyond: Russian Anglophile's Observations
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Чт, 2 июл, 2009 16:04
Цитатник Анлофила - 39: некролог на смерть Майкла Джексона

Почему о Майкле Джексоне в этом жж? Я не интересуюсь поп-музыкой, и если и ценил его, то только как замечательно нетривиального танцора. Более же всего он был интересен мне как законченный и фатальный тип вундеркинда. И вот я наткнулся в огромном потоке публикаций на смерть поп-идола на интересный мне взгляд, и потому копирую в свою цитатную рубрику довольно неожиданный текст, где даже слово "поп" не упоминается. В опубликованном в The Guardian некрологе, Джермейн Гриер (Germaine Greer), знаменитая феминистка, писатель и искусствовед, профессор Уорвикского университета и автор весьма нашумевшей книги "The Beautiful Boy" ("an art history book about the beauty of teenage boys") , трактует Джексона в узком смысле как беспримерного танцора, а в более общем - как воплощение типичной для юношей-вундеркиндов (в которых она знает толк!) "transcendental creativity". Для нее, Джексон как творец умер 20 лет назад - и в то же время не умрет никогда. Она вполне афористично рассматривает его жизнь в глобальном культурологическом контексте, заключая: "His sudden death is a strange kind of victory. He had managed to prevent his ageing and even his growing up."

Мне почему-то вспомнилось из набоковской "Камеры обскура": "Смерть, - говорил он еще, - представляется мне просто дурной привычкой, которую природа теперь уже не может в себе искоренить... Ничего глупее этой смерти нельзя было себе представить, но вместе с тем... вместе с тем, - да, странно сказать, но это так: было бы менее художественно, доживи он до старости... Изюминка, пуанта жизни заключается иногда именно в смерти".

'Like Orpheus, Michael Jackson was destroyed by his fans

by Germaine Greer

Henry Diltz/Corbis

Another beautiful boy is gone, wiped out in an instant.

Michael Jackson, unable to cross the threshhold into manhood, has died at 50, still a boy, coquettish, fantasy-ridden, horribly vulnerable, unable to take control of his life. His sudden death is a strange kind of victory. He had managed to prevent his ageing and even his growing up. There was no beard upon his chin; his voice was a childish treble. Instead of entering middle age and letting himself be chained to earth, he has floated away like a wisp, annihilated on the brink of a 50-date concert tour that I for one was dreading.

It's all very well for Madonna to be cranking out tour after tour. As she could neither dance nor sing at 25 no one is going to mind that she still can't do it at 50. But to see Michael Jackson faking it would have been heartbreaking. Among the hearts that would have broken is Jackson's own. It has snapped before the debacle. He has been spared. According to Madonna "the world has lost one of the greats". We haven't lost Michael Jackson, because he cannot disappear. His three great albums will last as long as electronic media continues to exist, while the dross is forgotten.

The era of his astonishing creativity ended 20 years ago; most of what has happened since has been embarrassment. Jackson's kind of transcendental creativity is typical of very young men; it seldom survives into manhood, when the glory fades into the light of common day. Jackson succeeded in prolonging his brilliant boyhood into his thirties, but eventually he ran out of inspiration. His art had been fuelled by the vernacular culture of the streets but it was many years since he had been able to run with the kids on the block. As his imagination faltered and grew dim, the fending off of maturity became desperate, demented and pointless. The struggle against ageing turned into self-harming and self-mutilation.

Ever since Dionysos danced ahead of his horde of bloody-footed maenads across the rocky highlands of prehistoric Greece, dance and song have been the province of boys. Like Orpheus, Jackson was destroyed by his fans, whose adulation and adoration prevented his living in any kind of normal society. The creativity ebbed away day by day. He became a parody of himself. It is time now to forget all that and salute the miraculous boy who will triumph over death as Dionysos did, becoming immortal through his art.

Nowhere will his contribution be more obvious and his influence more strongly felt than in the world of dance. No choreographer of the last 30 years has been unaware of Jackson's achievement. He rewrote the vocabulary of dance for everyone, from kids competing in talent shows to the royal ballets of Europe. If the dance establishment did not often acknowledge his influence it was because there was no need. His shapes, his moves were everywhere. Nijinsky and Nureyev also died young. They, too, were transcendent dancing boys, but they chose to interpret the choreography supplied to them by others. By contrast Michael Jackson's art was astonishingly innovative. No one could dance like him, until he showed them how, and then they were never as good as he was. His concept of the dance was utterly 20th century, extravagantly multi-dimensional, and not in the least middle class. Nijinsky may have been the greatest Spectre de la Rose, Nureyev the greatest Corsair, but these two candles pale in the light of Jackson's blazing star.

The surprise is not that we have lost him, but that we ever had him at all.

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sunnnywind
sunnnywind
трудно быть ангелом - но надо ;-)
Чт, 2 июл, 2009 16:03 (UTC)

вообще, при всех-всех совершенных различиях, Майкл Джексон своей неожиданной смертью в 50 лет мне почему-то напомнил Глена Гульда, также внезапно скончавшемуся от сердечного приступа в этом же возрасете...тоже был и вундеркинд, still a boy, coquettish, fantasy-ridden, horribly vulnerable...
We haven't lost Michael Jackson, because he cannot disappear. His three great albums will last as long as electronic media continues to exist......это тоже на сто процентов могло быть сказано и в адрес Гульда...если не пересчитывать альбомы, конечно...наверняка, найдется в истории еще очень много таких примеров


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valchess
valchess
Англофил
Чт, 2 июл, 2009 18:45 (UTC)

Да, видимо это такой художнический тип "вечного ребенка"...


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ah_leen
ah_leen
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Пт, 3 июл, 2009 17:52 (UTC)

Точно, он был без возраста. И взрослым не стал. И как будто несколько разных людей в разное время пели, выступали, судились, сходили с ума под одним именем. Расслоение. Такое впечатление, что тот пластичный супер-мальчик радостно живет себе своей звонкой жизнью...


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