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Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings of Daniil Kharms

by Daniil Kharms

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Daniil Kharms has long been heralded as one of the most iconoclastic writers of the Soviet era, but the full breadth of his achievement is only in recent years, following the opening of Kharms's archives, being recognized internationally. Thanks to the efforts of translato...more

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Published June 30th 2009 by Overlook Press (first published November 1st 2007)

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Nov 02, 2007

Matvei rated it

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The book i've been working on a long time, my translations of Daniil Kharms (1905-1942), is officially out in the world as of November 1st.

Today I Wrote Nothing
The Selected Writings of Daniil Kharms
edited and with an introduction by Matvei Yankelevich
translated by Matvei Yankelevich
with Ilya Bernstein, Eugene Ostashevsky, and Simona Schneider
(hardcover, 272 pages)

Please check it out. It'd make a pretty good gift, for yourself and for a...more

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Sep 16, 2008

Mike rated it

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Kharms speaks for himself. I recommend reading in small, pleasant doses, like chocolate. Be wary of reading too much and then trying to go out and talk to people.

(Note: These translations below are from the web, not this volume I finished reading, which I'd lent to a complete stranger on the street in Friendship, which seemed like the proper thing to do. Though, I made a couple of corrections that I remembered liking more in the newer translation. If I ever get it back, I'll change t...more

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Mar 08, 2010

S. rated it

Recommends it for: People who obsess, people with humor, strangers

Shelves: love-the-cover, poetry, short-stories, 5-stars, read-in-2010, russia

The poems left me cold but the rest of this book was marvelous. To be honest, I'd never heard of Kharms and fell in love with the title while looking into some titles in modern Russian literature. The more I learned about him, the more intrigued I was, and the short "stories" and "incidents" in the book appealed to me deeply. There's something very satisfying about having people hurt themselves repeatedly, or old women falling out of windows and crack into pieces over and ove...more

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Feb 17, 2010

Eddie Watkins rated it

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from The Werld:
Then I realized that since before there was somewhere to look – there had been a world around me. And now it’s gone. There’s only me.

And then I realized that I am the world.

But the world – is not me.

Although at the same time I am the world.

But the world’s not me.

And I’m the world.

But the world’s not me.

And I’m the world.

But the world’s

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from The Werld:
Then I realized that since before there was somewhere to look – there had been a world around me. And now it’s gone. There’s only me.

And then I realized that I am the world.

But the world – is not me.

Although at the same time I am the world.

But the world’s not me.

And I’m the world.

But the world’s not me.

And I’m the world.

But the world’s not me.

And I’m the world.

And after that I didn’t think anything more.

This guy is funny. This guy is frightening. He’s ultra-serious and slapstick hilarious. The world portrayed in his writings is like a world reduced to a Beckett stage-set – a bed, a cucumber, a clock – in an otherwise whited-out world, and with this minimalism a metaphysical cosmos of violent absurdity, eccentricity, and flashes of transcendence is created.

His intentions were in fact to write short intense works, or Incidences as he preferred, that isolate absurd or violent events, or events so mundane as to be meaningless, and through this isolation to create a “flash” of transcendent vision and a moment of being beyond earthly constraints.

And he knew constraints.

He was second generation Soviet avant-garde, which marginalized him by definition, and of course he was thoroughly uncompromising and a thoroughgoing dandy and purposeful eccentric (he actually developed a verbal/physical tic that was a literally embodied example of his aesthetics). All this eventually led to his imprisonment on suspicion of anti-soviet activities. He died of starvation in prison in 1942 at the age of 37.

But though his work directly reflects his “condition” in the early Soviet Union, it by no means is dependent on that condition to give it meaning. This is literary experimentation of the highest universal order, and once the barbed surface of its seeming pointlessness and absurdity is broken profound (though elusive) meanings spill out along with its more immediate literary pleasures.

AN INCIDENT INVOLVING PETRAKOV

So, once Petrakov wanted to go to sleep but, lying down, missed the bed. He hit the floor so hard he lay there unable to get up.

So Petrakov mustered his remaining strength and got on his hands and knees. But his strength abandoned him and he fell on his stomach again, and he just lies there.

Petrakov lay on the floor about five hours. At first he just lay there, but then he fell asleep.

Sleep refreshed Petrakov’s strength. He woke up invigorated, got up, walked around the room and cautiously lay down on the bed. “Well,” he thought, “now I’ll get some sleep.” But now he’s not feeling very sleepy. So Petrakov keeps turning in his bed and can’t fall asleep.

And that’s it, more or less.

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Dec 16, 2010

Ben Loory rated it

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it's like monty python reinterpreting the poetry of stephen crane under stalinist rule in the 1930s. really just madness most of the time, but the clearest, funniest, angriest, happiest madness ever... there's not a fragment in this book that doesn't feel like it was written yesterday... yesterday in the best mental institution ever...

Tumbling Old Women

Because of her excessive curiosity, one old woman tumbled out her window, fell and shattered to pieces.

An...more

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Dec 21, 2010

M.moore rated it

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The Author is actually named Daniil Kharms but w/e...I love this book, it's pulling me out of my depressive state and hopefully I'll go full mania soon. Kharms is unlike what is later known as "absurdist" and so, I hate that he is identified this way. His sense of humor reminds me of my ex-girlfriend's mother--she lived in Leningrad and left somehow in the 60's I think--there is something inherently Russian about it, and it is totally ironic without the safety net of serious business p...more

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Mar 07, 2011

Gary rated it

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i bought an uncorrected proof awhile back and wore it out, then lent it out, and never received it back. All my notes in it lost because i write everything i am thinking in books because i have poor short term memory. Bought a new copy recently and am re-reading it. simply one of the great writers.

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Jan 18, 2012

Kevin Tole rated it

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Another , and if anything better selection of Kharms writing including his poetry. As is pointed out in the preamble (which is a very useful biographyt and lets you see where Kharms came from and how he developed)Daniil Kharms is both part of and separate from a European 'tradition' of the absurdist. His anecdotal form and sparseness look to be the work of an idiot savant - or if you don't get it then I suppose just an idiot. If however you retain the sense of childhood combined and honed by a m...more

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Jun 26, 2009

Ezra rated it

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A certain old woman, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of a window, plummeted to the ground, and was smashed to pieces.
Another old woman leaned out of the window and began looking at the remains of the first one, but she also, out of excessive curiosity, fell out of the window, plummeted to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
Then a third old woman plummeted from the window, then a fourth, then a fifth.
By the time a sixth old woman had plummeted down, I was fed up watching ...more

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Jul 23, 2011

Jon added it · review of another edition

Daniil Kharms' work--short fiction, vignettes, playlets, poems--recalls any number of other writers but transcends category and beggars description. The poetry reminds me of Pasternak and, closer to home, Wallace Stevens, the plays remind me of George S. Kaufman, S. J. Perelman, Ring Lardner or Istvan Orkeny's THE TOTH FAMILY....But really there's nothing to say about this except just read it, it's fantastic in both senses of the word. Kharms' combination of harsh naturalism with absurdity is b...more

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Aug 01, 2008

W.B. added it · review of another edition

sounds great. i keep hearing about this book. i'll have to investigate.

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Jun 24, 2011

Nate rated it

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Recommends it for: Gogol or maybe Pushkin

Recommended to Nate by: Pushkin or maybe Gogol

Shelves: interwar-maladies, doomed-heretics-of-the-revolution, russia, stories

I've been terribly interested, lately, in experimental or subversive writers of interwar Russia, writers who wrote with exuberant creativity in the 20s only to see their options cut off systematically by Socialist Realism and Stalinism until they were forced to hide their writings, or flee, or face condemnation, imprisonment, and death. Of course, as warned by introduction to this volume, assuming political motivation to anything written during the Terror is to limit the scope of that work and a...moreI've been terribly interested, lately, in experimental or subversive writers of interwar Russia, writers who wrote with exuberant creativity in the 20s only to see their options cut off systematically by Socialist Realism and Stalinism until they were forced to hide their writings, or flee, or face condemnation, imprisonment, and death. Of course, as warned by introduction to this volume, assuming political motivation to anything written during the Terror is to limit the scope of that work and author. Nonetheless, the boldness required to create such frenzied nonsense as Kharms', in the face of his times and ostracization, is not to be overlooked. This is heroic absurdity.

Though these stories and vignettes deal with many things (hardships and disappearances, yes, but also more timeless struggles of art and literature, of life and skewed quotidian observation), I do think they are most striking, then, viewed in light of their times. And in light of Kharms' story: born in 1905, he was involved in various avant-garde and dada-style theater and writing through the 20s, made a living writing stories for the children he secretly despised as a means of flying his wild imagination below the attention of censors and making ends meet, only to have even these options gradually cut off in the 30s until he starved to death in a psychiatric prison during the siege of Leningrad, victim of his own unwillingness to conform and the self-manufactured tics and eccentricities with which he distinguished himself (and sought to avoid military service).

And so Daniil Kharms is an amazing character. Many of his short bursts of feverish prose are amazing, lurching uncontrollably between ridiculous non-sequiturs and piercing satire. He uses repetition to great effect, his scenes are permeated with the surreal and unexplained. Sometimes he's hilarious. Sometimes a sudden all-too-real observation will be devastating. So why only three stars? Oftentimes his nonsense and absurdity can overwhelm a bit, especially when many ideas are so minimal as to end before they've properly begun. As Jimmy noted too many of these at once and they lose effect somewhat. A tighter selection could have helped, or I should have been less impatient and stretched these out of a longer time. On the other hand, I'll certainly keep pulling this off the shelf to read little bits aloud (where they fare excellently, I think) so I'll stretch this out that way at least.

Some of the best moments here are the oft-noted "Blue Notebook #10", "Black Water", and "Tumbling Old Women" (recently illustrated as the standalone picture book seen above), as well as "A Dream", the hysterical letter to Nikandr Andreyevich (p.181), "On Phenomena and Existences #1" and #2, "A Knight", and "How I was visited by Messengers". Maybe my favorite of all was the one longer story, "The Old Women", a heavily allusive tale of an unwanted, undeserved corpse or maybe not. Is there other long-form Kharms out there, cause I have a feeling I'd be most into that. Some kinds of strangeness need time and space to become fully interesting and resonant, I think.
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Feb 07, 2011

Jimmy rated it

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Shelves: male, russia, short-stories, and-a-half-stars, year-1930s

3.5 stars. Russian surrealist/absurdist short fiction. Nonsense prose pieces that often start one place and end up, through a chain of unpredictable literary tricks/devices, in a completely different territory. Wonderfully playful, fun, and funny, but reading more than 10 at a time often reduces said effect. Thus, I think the book should've been edited down a little more... there's like 300 pages worth of this stuff, which took me months to read because of the constant feeling of having over...more3.5 stars. Russian surrealist/absurdist short fiction. Nonsense prose pieces that often start one place and end up, through a chain of unpredictable literary tricks/devices, in a completely different territory. Wonderfully playful, fun, and funny, but reading more than 10 at a time often reduces said effect. Thus, I think the book should've been edited down a little more... there's like 300 pages worth of this stuff, which took me months to read because of the constant feeling of having over-indulged in Halloween candy. Also, a lot of the pieces (especially in the first half of the book) use very similar techniques and devices, so it gets old fast, whereas in the last half there's more variation. I suggest cutting down on the pieces that achieve the same effect, and keeping the very best ones.

The cream of the crop here is really high quality stuff. The ones I've dog-eared: Blue Notebook #10, Tumbling Old Women, An Unsuccessful Play, What They Sell in Stores Nowadays, Pakin and Rakukin, A Knight, Untitled (p. 214), A New Talented Writer, A Treatise More or Less Following Emerson, Rehabilitation, Untitled (p. 181), Untitled (p. 188). I'm sure there were a few more that I forgot to dog-ear because I was laughing so hard, but you get the jist.

Sample excerpts:

WHAT THEY SELL IN STORES NOWADAYS

Koratygin came to see Tikakeyev but did not find him at home.
Meanwhile, Tikakeyev was at the store buying sugar, meat and cucumbers. Koratygin milled around in Tikakeyev's doorway and was about ready to write him a note whne he saw Tikakeyev himself, carrying a plastic satchel in his hands. Koratygin saw Tikakeyev and yelled:
"And I've been waiting here for a whole hour!"
"That's not true," said Tikakeyev, "I've only been out 25 minutes."
"Well that I don't know," said Koratygin, "but I've been here an hour, that much I do know."
"Don't lie," said Tikakeyev. "It's shameful."
"My good sir," said Koratygin, "you should use some discretion in choosing your words."
"I think...," started Tikakeyev, but Koratygin interrupted:
"If you think...," he said, but then Tikakeyev interrupted Koratygin, saying:
"You're one to talk!"
These words so enraged Koratygin that he pinched one nostril with his finger and blew his other nostril at Tikakeyev.
Then Tikakeyev snatched the biggest cucumber from his satchel and hit Koratygin over the head.
Koratygin clasped his hands to his head, fell over and died.
What big cucumbers they sell in stores nowadays!

UNTITLED

I was born in the reeds. Like a mouse. My mother gave birth to me and put me in the water. And I swam away. Some kind of fish with four whiskers on its nose circled around me. I started crying. And the fish started crying. Suddenly we noticed that some porridge was floating atop the water. We ate the porridge and began to laugh. We were very happy, and we swam along with the current until we met a crayfish. It was an ancient, great crayfish; it held an ax in its claws. A naked frog followed swimming behind the crayfish. "Why are you always naked," asked the crayfish, "aren't you ashamed?" - "There's nothing shameful in it," answered the frog. "Why should we be ashamed of our fine bodies, given us by nature, when we are not ashamed of the vile acts that we ourselves perpetrate." - "Your words are true," said the crayfish. "And I do not know how to answer you. I suggest we ask a human, because humans are smarter than we. We are only smart in the fables that man writes about us, i.e. it means once more that it is the human that is smart and not us." But then the crayfish noticed me and said: "And we don't even have to swim anywhere to find him - because here he is, a human." The crayfish swam over to me and asked: "Should one be embarrassed of one's own body? You, human, answer us!" - "I am a human and I will answer you: One should not be embarrassed of one's own body."

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Aug 26, 2010

Jessica added it

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I tried with this one. I did. My brother recommended it to me. It’s Russian. It’s completely nonsensical. And I made it about 150 pages. I can’t do it anymore. Daniil Kharms is touted as an absurdist poet. He writes mostly in short vignettes. His quirky and bizarre writing just didn’t appeal to me. Here are a couple of quotes to give you a taste of his style:

A good example (i.e., something I liked):

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There lived a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn’t ha

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Mar 29, 2008

Brian rated it

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This seems like one of the most important books published in a long time. Historically, culturally, aesthetically, psychologically important. Divided into four sections ("Events," a bunch of prose pieces and short plays; "The Old Woman," a wonderfully deadpan and demented short story; "The Blue Notebook," a multi-genre series; and "Other Writings," a miscellany), Today I Wrote Nothing astonishes at every turn. I can't remember the last time a book made me ...more

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Mar 16, 2008

Jacob rated it

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A very strange, funny, and enjoyable book. As inconsistent as Grimm's fairy tales, but in a very different ways. In fact it he writes a fairy tale in which i man is visited by a magician who will grant him three wishes, but instead the man runs away and cries. Then the final line, "Reader! Think this fable over and it will make you somewhat uncomfortable." Kharms is classified as an absurdist and he certainly is at times. This can be fun, jolting, or boring and annoying. This book is f...more

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Feb 26, 2009

Andrew added it · review of another edition

Shelves: russian-fiction

Russian literature is pretty groovy, and so, I feel, is most anything absurdist. Kharms works in a similar vein as Gogol and Kafka, and his short story "The Old Woman" is an uber-Russian black comedy that would make either of them proud. Also, the shorter pieces (can't decide whether to call them flash fiction or prose poetry) have a great deal of weight behind them, simply by virtue of their nothingness. They are narrative language stripped of context, and that's pretty magnificent...more

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Oct 06, 2011

Catherine Austen rated it

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Shelves: adult-fiction-classics

Wow. I haven't read anything like this since I was young and intellectual. It blew me away and renewed my love of literature and philosophy. I'd never heard of the author or his sad life story before, but I'm so glad his work has been compiled, translated and published in this book. It's not to all tastes but if you like absurdist writers you should like this. It's mostly very short pieces, best read in smaller chunks.

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Feb 13, 2008

Edmund rated it

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Recommends it for: maniacs, lowlifes, and puppies

Still digging into this one. Absurd poetry at its best? Well it's hard to tell, honestly, since its a translation. I'm still waiting to discover what the accumulative effect of this work will have on my psyche...though I've only read the shorter works so far, which perhaps work on a similar mechanism. I'll start on the meat on the book tonight or tomorow night. I read lately before going to bed, and this book is perfect in that regard...helping me to have odd dreams.
Great job my tran...more

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Mar 24, 2010

Tosh rated it

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Totally a new writer to me and Daniil Kharms hits all my aesthetic spots on target. Absurd to the max but with a lot of heart. One can read the mood of what was happening in Russia at the time of these writings (early 20th Century) but I think that may be misleading. What we have here is a genius who would have been a force no matter what part of the world he came from.

The fact that he was part of the landscape of the Russian revolution and Stalin is just a plus with respect to t...more

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Apr 30, 2010

Roberta Allen rated it

Strange, very brief and mysterious,often enchanting,absurd pieces that capture kernels of truth decades before "flash fiction." Russian author(translated).

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Feb 02, 2010

Alan marked it as to-read · review of another edition

this was on my recommendations shelf on amazon, along with another that looks good - don't know why, but thanks amazon, looks v intriguing..

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Aug 12, 2009

Greg rated it

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Shelves: fiction, short-stories, poetry

I can't do this book justice in a review right now. All I can say is that this is fucking brilliant.

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Sep 21, 2010

Matt Simon rated it

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Favorite Soviet-era absurdist writer.

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Jan 15, 2012

Katrinka rated it

Generally enjoyable, but some of the pieces were just too nonsensical (meaning, literally, I couldn't find any sense to them) for me to see the point. A few pieces, however, like "The Trunk," were just brilliant, and made the entire experience worthwhile.

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Aug 28, 2011

Elizabeth rated it

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Shelves: short-stories, poetry

Russian writing at it's most absurd.

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May 19, 2010

Monte rated it

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Shelves: fantasy, read-in-2010

Incredible

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Sep 11, 2009

Paul Belbusti rated it

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Wonderful.

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Jun 11, 2011

Blogbaas Van 'tVliegend Eiland rated it

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7/10

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Jun 09, 2010

c.vance rated it

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...if the SF beat generation were russian, this would be their anthem.

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About Daniil Kharms

Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachev (Даниил Иванович Ювачёв) was born in St. Petersburg, into the family of Ivan Yuvachev, a well known member of the revolutionary group, The People's Will. By this time the elder Yuvachev had already been imprisoned for his involvement in subversive acts against the tsar Alexander III and had become a religious philosopher, acquaintance of Anton Chekhov during the latter's ...moreDaniil Ivanovich Yuvachev (Даниил Иванович Ювачёв) was born in St. Petersburg, into the family of Ivan Yuvachev, a well known member of the revolutionary group, The People's Will. By this time the elder Yuvachev had already been imprisoned for his involvement in subversive acts against the tsar Alexander III and had become a religious philosopher, acquaintance of Anton Chekhov during the latter's trip to Sakhalin.

Daniil invented the pseudonym Kharms while attending high school at the prestigious German "Peterschule". While at the Peterschule, he learned the rudiments of both English and German, and it may have been the English "harm" and "charm" that he incorporated into "Kharms". Throughout his career Kharms used variations on his name and the pseudonyms DanDan, Khorms, Charms, Shardam, and Kharms-Shardam, among others. It is rumored that he scribbled the name Kharms directly into his passport.

In 1924, he entered the Leningrad Electrotechnicum, from which he was expelled for "lack of activity in social activities". After his expulsion, he gave himself over entirely to literature. He joined the circle of Aleksandr Tufanov, a sound-poet, and follower of Velemir Khlebnikov's ideas of zaum (or trans-sense) poetry. He met the young poet Alexander Vvedensky at this time, and the two became close friends and inseparable collaborators.

In 1927, the Association of Writers of Children's Literature was formed, and Kharms was invited to be a member. From 1928 until 1941, Kharms continually produced children's works and had a great success.

In 1928, Daniil Kharms founded the avant-garde collective OBERIU, or Union of Real Art. He embraced the new movements of Russian Futurism laid out by his idols, Khlebnikov, Kazimir Malevich, and Igor Terentiev, among others. Their ideas served as a springboard. His aesthetic centered around a belief in the autonomy of art from real world rules and logic, and the intrinsic meaning to be found in objects and words outside of their practical function.

By the late 1920s, his antirational verse, nonlinear theatrical performances, and public displays of decadent and illogical behavior earned Kharms — who always dressed like an English dandy with a calabash pipe — the reputation of being a talented but highly eccentric “fool” or “crazy-man” in Leningrad cultural circles.

Even then, in the late 20s, despite rising criticism of the OBERIU performances and diatribes against the avant-garde in the press, Kharms nurtured a fantasy of uniting the progressive artists and writers of the time (Malevich, Filonov, Terentiev, Vladimir Mayakovsky, Kaverin, Zamyatin) with leading Russian Formalist critics (Tynianov, Shklovsky, Eikhenbaum, Ginzburg, etc.,) and a younger generation of writers (all from the OBERIU crowd—Alexander Vvedensky, Konstantin Vaginov, Nikolai Zabolotsky, Igor Bakhterev), to form a cohesive cultural movement of Left Art. Needless to say it didn't happen that way.

Kharms was arrested in 1931 together with Vvedensky, Tufanov and some other writers, and was in exile from his hometown (forced to live in the city of Kursk) for most of a year. He was arrested as a member of "a group of anti-Soviet children's writers", and some of his works were used as an evidence. Soviet authorities, having become increasingly hostile toward the avant-garde in general, deemed Kharms’ writing for children anti-Soviet because of its absurd logic and its refusal to instill materialist and social Soviet values.

He continued to write for children's magazines when he returned from exile, though his name would appear in the credits less often. His plans for more performances and plays were curtailed, the OBERIU disbanded, and Kharms receded into a very private writing life. He wrote for the desk drawer, for his wife, Marina Malich, and for a small group of friends, the “(less)

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