Brodsky monument will rise in front of U.S. Embassy in Moscow

[Игорь Гурьев]

Сообщение от Eugene

intrigued us, and Anatoly .. and for more details?

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May 24 birthday of Joseph Brodsky (necessarily drink Bordeaux.)

And I have already written somewhere, and even lecturing the label of the wine that we drank.



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Ah, here.

You just forgot.


http://forum.artinvestment.ru/showpo...1&postcount=21

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Сообщение от Guriev , Igor

I have already written somewhere , and even lecturing the label of the wine that we drank .

Anatoly , thanks remembered ( it was exactly a year ago ) ...

Сообщение от Guriev , Igor

Well, in general , to 20.00 all together , only Brotskava yet .
Waited in a state of some kind polunervoznosti another half hour .
Then I say :
- There is a certain thing : you open the bottle , and then the guest would come . And anyway , we are gathered here to drink and tagdalii , so let's do it , and if the Nobel lureat late , so let drink what he will .
As soon as I opened the bottle , as fellow Nobel laureate rang the doorbell.
I do not sugar coat , so it was .
Difficult to say just now , what year was the " Chateau Mayne .
Most likely , 1985 or 1986 but definitely not 1984 ( the year was below average ) . But it is not excluded that in 1983 ...

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Joseph Brodsky :

     In these narrow streets , where the bulky

      even thought about myself, in this tangle of ridges

     stop thinking about the world of the brain ,

     where it wound up , the exhausted ,

     interchanges on the areas of shoes

     from the fountain to fountain , from church to church

     - so the needle Shuffle on a plate

     forgetting to stay in the center -

     You can put up with shabby shot

     remaining life of addiction last

     life to the completeness , the likeness

     whole . The sound of the land of sole

     recoverable - aria of their union ,

     Serenade , by the time it

     humming coming . This is Caruso

     for the dog to escape from the phonograph .
http://br00.narod.ru/634.htm

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On the birthday of Joseph Brodsky, the chief editor of Gazeta Wyborcza said about the Russian poet

- How and when did you meet with Brodsky?

- I think it would be correct to say that in the mid-60's. Because that's when I first read his poems. It was a snippet from "Big John Donne Elegy" is translated by Andrzej Dravicha. Well, then, I read the record of Frida Vigdorova with the trial in Leningrad, Brodsky ...

- What kind of impression you have formed from reading?

- If we talk about poetry, I was struck by their lack of any sign of Soviet. You know, something the Soviet could be with a strong desire to find even in Akhmatova, Pasternak, the Mandelstam. In Brodsky's what else the signs of the Soviet absent completely. It was pure poetry without political impurities the life that flowed around him. Struck above all it is. Well, then its dialogue with the judge in this shameful process. And there he acted like a person who is outside the system.

- Soviet dissidents, I think, less annoying party bosses and the KGB than Brodsky. Still, dissidents were fighters with the system and, as such, this system belonged. And Brodsky could be, as you rightly say, outside the system and behavior, and in poetry. This caused a really fierce hatred of the Soviet leadership and the KGB ...

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- Perhaps so. He really was not a dissident. And always stressed that what is alien to any kind of political struggle. For it was fundamentally important to be appreciated for poetic lines, not the opposition political leadership of the USSR. Although the Anna Akhmatova during the trial of Brodsky said: "What they're doing a biography our red-headed", referring to the just fame of Brodsky as a fighter against the regime.

- With a light hand Yevtushenko went for a walk the phrase: "The poet in Russia is more than a poet." Even thinks that if a poet in Russia, "no more", then it is not a poet at all. And Brodsky wanted to be exactly a poet - no more and no less ...

- Yes, yes. He wanted to assess his texts are not mingled with nothing more: no politics, no biography.

- You once said of his essays you especially for the soul "Room and a Half" and "Journey to Istanbul". Well, "Room and a Half" appeals to many. And why "Journey to Istanbul"?

- And because it is a striking example of intellectual courage, bravery and even the lack of any hint of banality. I think he managed to say in this essay is that many are still afraid to utter. In general, I was captivated by his Essay-Like Interpretation. I still think it's - the best in the world, and Brodsky - the world's best essayist. I even once told him about it.

- And what did he say?

- He said: Come on, Adam, all this is written for a living.

- Can I ask you: what you gave Brodsky's poetry?

- And what gave you the poetry of Lermontov, for example?

- Well, thanks to him I learned to appreciate the Russian landscape.

- Okay, I'll answer. Brodsky's poetry, if you're passionate about it, necessarily teach you how to really relate to God and the divine in you most. He will pull you to these heights, and you'll be grateful to him for the ascent.

- Pan, Adam, and when you still got acquainted with him?

- In 1990, the United States. There was something close to a university conference in New York. Introduced us to Czeslaw Milosz.

- They say that first impression - the right one. What kind of impression he made on you?

- I could not shake the feeling that talking to a genius.
http://www.rg.ru/2011/05/24/mihnik.html

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Joseph Brodsky:

     In these narrow streets , where the bulky

      even thought about myself, in this tangle of convoluted

     stop thinking about the world of the brain,

     where it wound up , the exhausted ,

     interchanges on the areas of shoes

     from the fountain to fountain , from church to church

     - So the needle shuffles on the plate,

     forgetting to stop at the center -

     You can put up with shabby shot

     the remaining life of addiction last

     life to the completeness, the similarity

     whole. The sound of the land of the sole

     retrievable - aria of their union ,

     Serenade , by the time it

     humming coming . This is Caruso

     for the dog escaped from the gramophone.
http://br00.narod.ru/634.htm

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On the birthday of Joseph Brodsky, the chief editor of Gazeta Wyborcza said about the Russian poet

- How and when did you meet with Brodsky?

- I think it would be correct to say that in the mid 60s. Because that's when I first read his poems. It was a fragment of the "Big Elegy for John Donne" translated by Andrzej Dravicha. Well, then, I read the account of Frida Vigdorova with the trial in Leningrad, Brodsky ...

- What kind of impression you have formed from reading?

- Speaking of poetry, I was struck by their lack of the slightest signs of the Soviet. You know, something could the Soviet with a strong desire to find even Akhmatova, Pasternak, Mandelstam. Brodsky whatever that may be signs of the Soviet absent completely. It was pure poetry without political impurities the life that flowed around him. Impressed above all it is. Well, then its dialogue with the judge in this shameful process. He and they acted like a person who is outside the system.

- The Soviet dissidents, it seems to me less irritated party leaders and the KGB than Brodsky. Still, dissidents were fighters with the system and, as such, this system belonged. But Brodsky could be, as you rightly say, outside the system and behavior, and in poetry. This caused a really fierce hatred for the Soviet leadership and the KGB ...

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- Perhaps so. It really was not a dissident. And always stressed that what is alien to whatever political struggle. For him, it was crucial to his prized for poetic lines, not the opposition political leadership of the USSR. Although the Anna Akhmatova during the trial of Brodsky said: "What a biography they are doing to our red-headed", referring to the just fame of Brodsky as a fighter with the regime.

- With a light hand Yevtushenko went for a walk the phrase: "A poet in Russia is more than a poet." Even thinks that if a poet in Russia, "no more", then it is not a poet at all. And Brodsky wanted to be exactly a poet - no more and no less ...

- Yes, true. He wanted to assess his texts are not mingled with anything more, neither politics nor biography.

- You once said of his essay to you especially in mind, "Room and a Half" and "Journey to Istanbul". Well, "Room and a Half" appeals to many. And why "The Journey to Istanbul"?

- And because this is an amazing example of intellectual courage, courage, and yet lack any hint of banality. I think he managed to say in this essay is that many are still afraid to utter. Actually, I was captivated by his essays. I still think she is - the best in the world, and Brodsky - the world's best essayist. I even once told him about it.

- And what did he say?

- He said: Come on, Adam, all this is written for a living.

- Can I ask you: What gave you the poetry of Brodsky?

- And what gave you the poetry of Lermontov, for example?

- Well, thanks to him I learned to appreciate the Russian landscape.

- Okay, I'll tell you. Brodsky's poetry, if you're passionate about it, necessarily teach you how to really relate to God and the divine in you the most. He will pull you to these heights, and you'll thank him for this ascent.

- Pan, Adam, and when you are still met with him?

- In 1990, the United States. There was some university conference not far from New York. Introduced us to Czeslaw Milosz.

- They say the first impression - the right one. What kind of impression he made on you?

- I could not shake the feeling that talking to a genius.
http://www.rg.ru/2011/05/24/mihnik.html

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Joseph Brodsky

STILL LIFE

             Verra la morte e avra i tuoi occhi.
                                   C. Pavese

              "Death will come, and she
               will be your eyes "
                                    C. Pavese

1

People and things
surround. And those
and these tormented eyes.
Better to live in the dark.

I'm sitting on the bench
in the park, looking vosled
passing the family.
I hath light.

It's January. Winter
According to the calendar.
When oprotiveet darkness.
then I talk.

2

It's time. I am ready to begin.
It does not matter with what. View
mouth. I can be silent.
But better for me to speak.

About what? On the days. of nights.
Or - nothing.
Or about things.
About things, rather than

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people. They will die.
Everything. I too will die.
This is a fruitless labor.
How to write in the wind.

3

My blood is cold.
Chill its strong indeed
rivers, frozen to the bottom.
I do not like people.

Their appearance is not for me.
Persons of their grafted
to live a non-
releasing form.

Something in their faces there,
that is contrary to the mind.
What is flattery
God knows who.

4

Things pleasant. They
there is neither evil nor good
externally. And if INEC
in them - and within the interior.

Inside objects - dust.
Dust. Teredo-beetle.
Wall. Dry bloodworm.
Uncomfortable for the hands.

Dust. And a light on
only illuminate the dust.
Even if the subject
hermetically closed.

5

Old buffet outside
as well as inside,
reminds me
Notre-Dame de Paris.

In the depths of dark cupboard.
Mop, stole
dust can not be erased. Itself
thing, as a rule, the dust

not endeavor to overcome,
does not bother eyebrow.
For the dust - it's flesh
time; flesh and blood.

6

Recently, I
sleeping in broad daylight.
Apparently, my death
I am being tried,

raised, even breathing,
eerkalo my mouth -
I stand
nothingness in the light.

I am still. Two
thighs are as cold as ice.
Venous blue
marble gives.

7

Presenting a surprise
sum of its angles
thing falls out
world order of words.

Thing is not worth it. And do not
moves. It is - absurd.
Thing is the space outside
whose belongings there.

Thing you can bang, burn,
gut, break down.
Quit. At the same thing
do not shout: "I'll be damned!"

8

Tree. Shadow. Land
under the tree to the roots.
Gnarled monogram.
Clay. Ledge.

Roots. They cover.
Stone, whose personal goods
free from
This system ties.

He was motionless. No
move or carry.
Shadow. The man in the shadows
like a fish in the net.

9

Thing. Brown
things. Whose contour is erased.
Dusk. No more
nothing. Still Life.

Death will come and find
body, whose surface of the visit
death, as if the arrival
women who reflect.

This is absurd, nonsense:
skull, skeleton, scythe.
"Death will come, she
will your eyes. "

10

Mother says to Christ:
- You are my son or my
God? You nailed to the cross.
How can I go home?

How stuplyu on the threshold,
without understanding, without solving:
you are my son or God?
That is, dead or alive?

He says in reply:
- Dead or alive
difference was found there.
Son or God, I am yours.

[Ika-Ika]

Guriev , Igor , please tell us and what happened next , when your guests come Brodsky , as he spoke, as joked about what suffering and dreamed ? And then the only memories that look sadly at the label on the bottle and mourn for something unknown . I'm on it already looked very carefully several times , I'm sorry you can not enlarge the picture bigger .

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Joseph Brodsky poem

                           MB

I was only with what
You touched his hand ,
over than in the dead of , the crows
night bent brow .

I was just so that you
There , below , to distinguish between :
hazy appearance at first ,
much later - features .

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It's you , is hot
oshuyu , right hand
ear shell
I did , whispering .

Is that you , pulling
shade , in wet cavity
mouth, put my voice
hailed thee .

I was simply blind .
You , appearing , hiding ,
bestowed upon me zryachest .
So leave a mark .

So create worlds .
So , he created them , often
left rotate
lavishing gifts .

So , throw it in the heat ,
then cold , then in the light , in darkness ,
in the universe is lost ,
spinning ball .
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( MB )
Marina Pavlovna Basmanova
Book schedule , a member of the Artists Union. Illustrator of children's books . S1962 to 1972, was common-law wife of Joseph Brodsky . In 1965, bore a son, Andrew .

 1.Iosif Brodsky ..

[Fed]

Сообщение от Eugene

Eugene

Deystviteleo you like Brodsky ? All of these " wet mouth , " etc. Chernukha tedious .
Well, awarded him the Nobel Prize .

" Faces of grafted
to live a non-
releasing form .

Something in their faces there ,
that is contrary to the mind .
What is flattery
God knows who . "
That's what the prize was not less terrible . Maybe the translation into Swedish is better . >

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Blind wandering at night .
At night a lot easier .
Go through the area .
Blind live touch .
Touch ,
touching the world of hands
without knowing the light and shadow
and feeling the stones :
Stone walls do .
Behind them are living men .
Women .
Children .
Money .
Therefore,
indestructible
better to avoid the wall .
And the music - they will be rested
Music swallow stones .
And the music dies in them ,
Soiled hands .
Bad night to die .
Poor die touch .
Since then the blind - it is easier .
Clepoy goes through the area .

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Сообщение от Eugene ; 1641893 "

on Novinsky Boulevard in the the center of of Moscow, opposite the U.S. Embassy until the end of May there will be a monument to the poet , Nobel laureate

How interesting : Nobel laureate Igor Bunin - the monument is not set , and Brodsky - put . Bollocks something .... American nonsense ... By then it is better - Pasternak , about him at least they were filming a movie .