WARNING: The last fic is Female!Letov&Male!Yanka
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WARNING: The last fic is Female!Letov&Male!Yanka
a faraway ophelia laughed in her sleep
a faraway ophelia swam far away
tribute to Yanka Dyagileva. she was a unique soviet singer & songwriter & poet at the heart of underground siberian punk movement. she died on the 9th of may in the age of 24 found in the Inya river. she is thought to have taken her life away as the result of a severe depressive episode and numerous tragic events that had happened to her.
..her songs speak to me in an absolutely special way and she she she- she has such a special place in my heart and her songs are so dear to me and my heart will always ache for her and for her pain and for her losses and and i cannot express how much i love her. oh, yanka.
I completed this piece recently dedicated to Viktor Tsoi from Kino! I love this band so much!
Grazhdanskaya Oborona (Гражданская оборона) patch i made for my boyfriend a while ago
the tiny lines were very tricky to do so I just used a black gel pen for that and it still didn't turn out as good as i wanted it to be.
It's genuinely sad to me that some non-Russian comrades here love and appreciate Soviet/Russian punk and post-punk more than the younger generation in my own country.
I don't even know who upsets me more, kids (actually one of them is just a couple years younger than me so it baffles me even more) who don't even know who Letov or Tsoy are, or the ones who say their songs sound shitty or make no sense. You have no idea what you're talking about, do you, you little tiktok addicted cunt.
sorry that was mean of me.
Here's a beautiful song by Yanka Dyagileva, one of the most prominent figures of the Siberian underground scene. She wasn't the most public person and her tragic early passing is riddled with conspiracies, but the most important thing about her is the raw talent in her poetry and the instantly recognizable voice.
I have never ever heard anything that could sound like soviet punk. And since similar things sometimes are evoked by much more modern music on the post soviet scene, reaching as far as to synth-pop and so many different genres across not just Russia alone, I think it's that thing we actually do carry in ourselves despite having very different views on our countries, on USSR, on our past and present.
It's that same feeling the panel apartment buildings can't help but evoke. That fucking doomer aesthetic if you wanna call it that.
It might not be the most beautiful and clean and positive thing in the world, but it feels so much more patriotic (even though I'm not and I don't think I ever will be) than whatever that hitler jugend looking lapdog popstar they're shoving down our throats is spewing. It's the March snow with black dots on its spongy surface. It's the foggy cigarette breath under yellow windows of panel houses. It's the liminal underground passage with a basking guitarist singing Letov's words that are jumping off the echoy walls.
November splin's getting to me, isn't it.
UPD. I am not touching on the contents of soviet punk/post-punk deliberately, because there's too much to unpack and we would spend the whole day here. Today is just vibes appreciating day.