Rule ā 1
BE A PIRATE
Look for the truth that explodes existing boundaries and definitions. Follow your instincts and youāll get a chance to break prevailing rules so beautifully you may even end up establishing a new norm, a new paradigm. Nothing frozen is perfect.
In my own country I am in a far off land.
I am strong but have no power.
I win all yet remain a loser.
At break of day I say goodnight.
When I lie down I have great fear of falling.
FRANĆOIS VILLON
I donāt feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.
MICHEL FOUCAULT
Independence is my happiness, and I view things as they are, without regard to place or person; my country is the world, and my religion is to do good.
THOMAS PAINE, RIGHTS OF MAN
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pirate peopleās republic
āI donāt feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.ā So says Michel Foucault.
If you are eager to eat your old identity and turn it into fertilizer for somebody else, youāre going to burn, and your flesh will be violently and rudely scattered all over the planet, and birds will peck your liver. But itās rewarding. Youāre going to rise from the ashes, renewed, young, and beautifulāforever.
I want to intensify my life. I want to reach maximum density, live nine lives in one. Itās a search for lives, not experiences. As I see it, a search for experiences is a Diet Coke, fat-free version of seeking to have nine lives in one. Thereās no time when Iām just living by default, just because I was told āitās supposed to be like that.ā I donāt take that as a valid statement.
Punk culture has taught us that being moderate and restrained is often the wrong choice. When your intuition is telling you to leave moderation behind, let it go.
the international waters of piracy
Iām suspicious about all kinds of limitations that have been imposed on me. Sex, nationality, race, hair color, the timbre of my voice, the way I fuck or brush my teeth.
If I can be helpful at all, it is by offering the perspective of a human being whoās not particularly Russian, or Chinese, or American, whoās trying to live and breathe in her own way.
The perspective of a pirate.
As a pirate, Iām a sailor and an adventurer. But as a pirate I know too how crucial it is to have your community, people you trust who are committed enough to walk with you on a guerrillaās path, if needed. My home is in my heart and in the hearts of those in my tribe.
NEVER TRY TO GIVE A DEFINITION OF PUNK
Being a punk is about constantly surprising. Itās not about having a mohawk hairstyle and keeping it your whole life. Being a punk means systematically changing the image of yourself, being elusive, sabotaging cultural and political codes.
Punk is a method. Bach and Handel are my main punk influences. I donāt like the concept of a punk subculture, where you are really stuck in the image. The performance artist Alexander Brener criticized a person who wears skinny jeans, tears them, and considers himself punk as fuck. Punk demands more. On the first day, tear your jeans; on the second, wear stolen Louboutin shoes; on the third, shave your head; and on the fourth, grow butt-length hair somehow. Undermine, transform, exceed expectations. Thatās what punk means to me.
Another job of mine is to be an investigator of life and political orders. My art is to sharpen my mind and keep my eyes open and clear. I promised myself to remain critical and, if I have to, be ready to perform coldhearted analysis, dissection, penetration. . . . At the same time I oblige myself to stay loving, open, and connected: sympathy and compassion are the only truly reliable friends for someone who thrills at being finely tuned to the world, who wants to resonate with the time she lives in, whoās thirsty to hear the music and harmonies of the universe that are being played on an incomprehensible variety of strings.
āThe intellectual as buccaneerānot a bad dream,ā notes the philosopher Peter Sloterdijk writing about Pasoliniās Pirate Writings. āWe have scarcely ever seen ourselves that way. The buccaneer cannot assume fixed standpoints because he is constantly moving between changing fronts.ā
Itās fascinating to see when somebody is trying to think about reality in the clumsy and constipated terms that empires use. I never got it. Iāve never understood the empty talk about enemies of the state, external enemies . . . the list is pretty much endless, for example:
Russkies | Mexicans |
commies | witches |
Uncle Sam | lesbians |
Muslims | Pussy Riot |
Yankee pigs | |
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . āinsert your name here
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . āinsert your momās name here
When you want to see and tell the truth, youāre leaving the area of the known (by default), so I can guarantee youāll look ridiculous, sometimes silly, not be well respected at all; and you should let yourself love your failures, because they constitute your path to the sublime. Enter the international waters of the unknown, where the only business is being a pirate.
Nothing frozen is perfect. The queer, liquid world is real; itās nice here. Otherwise you have what? A belief that dog people should marry dog people and cat people should marry cat people?
As a liquid youāre free to take any shape and to mix with other liquids too. Itās no fun to be ice; Iād rather be water. Seduce and let yourself be seduced into radical questioning.
Deeds
no borders
I was born in Norilsk, a very industrial and very Siberian city. Siberia is the shape of a giant cock. My hometown is located at the head. Every summer Iād go to my grandmaās place, which is right between the balls and a four-hour flight away.
The air in my hometown consists of heavy metals with a little oxygen. Life expectancy is ten years less than in other regions of Russia, the risk of cancer two times higher.
I grew up around persistent, independent, focused adults. My mother is a maximalist and has an incredible work ethic, as does her husband, my stepfather. My mom can point at a dog and tell you itās a cat, and you know, youāll believe her. She has a gift to convince and lead. My father is in charge of all the divine insanity in my life. Heās a writer, artist, cynical romantic, stoic, nomad, adventurer . . . and, of course, pirate. āWhen she was four,ā my father writes about me, āNadya absolutely, consciously, strictly, and business-like said to me, āPapa! Never force me anything.ā I donāt remember what the occasion was, but I immediately understood it was a declaration of independence. And I have never āforced her anything.ā I have only motivated her. My point of departure was her inner willingness to do something. I cultivated her from within, like a crocus blossom.ā
My father is not a religious person in any usual fashion, but he understands the importance of culture and a language that speaks about transcendent experience. We would visit Catholic, Protestant, and Orthodox churches, mosques, synagogues, and even Hare Krishna events when I was a kid. My father imposed no dogmas on me. We would freely, joyfully, playfully discuss our different impressions and write down some of them.
Where am I from? Iām from the most polluted city on the planet. Iām from the Milky Way. Iām from Russian literature and Japanese theater. Iām from every city where I fought or fucked. Iām from jail and Iām from the White House. Iām from punk records and from Bachās compositions, from my obsession with turquoise, coffee, and loud music.
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When your teen crush is Vladimir Mayakovsky, the Russian revolutionary poet, youāre fucked. Sooner or later you will end up in politics. I was fourteen years old, and I thought the coolest thing in the universe was doing investigative journalism.
āWhat do you want to be when you grow up?ā my parentsā friends would ask me. I donāt like the whole idea of the question, that I have to define right now once and for all who Iām going to be. āI want to study philosophy,ā Iād say.
āBut thatās insane, who will pay you to be a philosopher? There is no such job as a philosopher.ā If Iām refusing to define myself anyway, what makes you think Iād want to be labeled for a monetary reason? I didnāt feel ready to wrap myself in glittery paper to be sold.
I didnāt read leftist books at that time. But our teenage intuitions usually are purely to the left (and weāre right about them). Iām aware that I do sound fantastically naive, but Iām not going to say s...