ՈՒ ՀԻՄԱ ԷՍ ՔԱՂԱՔՆ Ա ՓՌՎԱԾ ՔՈ ԱՌԱՋ
poem written in Vienna


օրերը վազեցին ու անցան վազեցին ու անցան
ու հիմա էս քաղաքն ա փռված քո առաջ
էս քաղաքը որի մայթերին
հանգիստ շարած ա ամեն ինչ
ամեն ինչ որ դու շատ երկար շատ երկար
փնտրեցիր ու գտար
բայց գտնելուդ ճանապարհին
կորցրիր լիքը բան որ թանկ էր քո համար


ու հիմա դժվար ա հասկանալ
դու ուրախությունի՞ց ես լալիս
տեսքի՞ց էս շքեղ քաղաքի որ փռված ա քո առաջ
ու որի մայթերին հանգիստ շարած ա ամեն ինչ
ամեն ամեն ինչ որ դու շատ երկար
փնտրեցիր ու գտար
թե՞ տխրությունն ա քո սիրտը լցրել
էն բոլոր բաների համար
որ կորցրիր քո փնտրելու ու գտնելու ճանապարհին
էն բոլոր բաների որ թանկ էին քո համար


Marine Petrossian, Armenia
Artist-in-Residence at MuseumsQuartier, May-April 2013


Dokumentation


IN THE CAPITAL OF FORMER EMPIRE


The poems I write mostly have a factual element in them - places I have visited, people I have seen, things that have happened to me. My stay in MuseumsQuartier, April May 2013, was very productive in this sense. I wrote a series of poems called “In the Capital of Former Empire”.
During my stay in MuseumsQuartier, I wrote a status in my Facebook page which said: “They gave me money, they gave me Vienna, and they told me – enjoy it. Communism does not seem impossible to me anymore”. Sure, it was a joke, but as famous proverb puts it – there’s a grain of truth in every joke. When I returned home, I wrote an essay in my blog, entitled “Inconsistent Thoughts about Communism”. Here is an excerpt from it:
“Everything started two months ago, with a status I wrote while in Vienna: They gave me money, they gave me Vienna, and they told me – enjoy it. Communism does not seem impossible to me anymore. It was a joke of course, but there is a grain of truth in every joke. A note for those who did not study communism at school: communism is a possible social order where people work according to their abilities and wishes and receive according to their needs. That is to say, during communism work is not a way to earn money, but a way of self-expression. In Vienna, things were exactly like that: they had invited me to an artistic residence right in the center of city, they had given me a sum quite sufficient for a stay of two months, and I was on my own. Sure, I wrote a series of poems in Vienna, but the money I got was not at all a pay for the poems: I wrote them, because I wanted to write them, my work was not obligatory, it was absolutely free. Writing poetry is the main work I do all my life, but it is not the work I do to earn my living. Thus, one of the characteristics of communism - working according to ones abilities and wishes – has been with me all my life. In Vienna, the second characteristic was also there – “I received according to my needs”, I had everything I needed. That is why I recalled the concept of communism.”