‘Don’t people decrease in their sense of life when buildings increase?’ Voshchev hesitated to believe. ‘Man will make a building and unmake himself. Who will live in it then?’ Andrei Platonov. The Foundation Pit.
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The unmaking of man
Posted in Andrei Platonov on 22, July, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
To be avenged
Posted in Andrei Platonov on 5, June, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
By the lamp sat the activist at his mental labor: he was drawing graphs for the record in which he wished to enter all the data concerning the welfare of the poor and middle peasantry, so there would be a permanent, formal picture and experience, as a basis. ‘Write down my goods, too!’ said Voshchev, [...]
On the way
Posted in Andrei Platonov on 8, April, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
It was clearly stated on the posters that the whole proletariat must stand firmly on the way to industrial development. This enlightened Makar at once: first he must find the proletariat, underneath the proletariat would be the way… Makar in Andrei Platonov’s Makar the Doubful
The good of the nation
Posted in Andrei Platonov on 21, March, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
‘…I am going to steal this book from here because this is an institution, and tomorrow you and I will go to any office and say that we are workers and peasants. You and I will sit down in some administrative office and start thinking for the good of the nation.’ … ‘We are [...]
Hunger and want
Posted in Andrei Platonov on 11, March, 2006 | 3 Comments »
…in those days there were universities and academies in all the districts because the people wanted to advance their knowledge as quickly as they could; like hunger and want, the senselessness of life had tormented the human heart too long, and it was high time to find out what the existence of men was all [...]
Ah, the refreshing optimism of a socialist
Posted in Andrei Platonov on 2, March, 2006 | 4 Comments »
‘The revolution is here for good, now it’s all right to have children,’ Nikita said. ‘There’ll never be unhappy children again.’The Potudan River – Andrei Platonov
