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By Alexander Vvedensky, Matvei Yankelevich, Eugene Ostashevsky
"Pussy insurrection are Vvedensky's disciples and his heirs.
Katya, Masha, and that i are in prison yet I don't ponder that we've been defeated.... in accordance with the authentic file, Alexander Vvedensky died on December 20, 1941. We don't understand the reason, no matter if it was once dysentery within the teach after his arrest or a bullet from a shield. It was once someplace at the railway line among Voronezh and Kazan. His precept of 'bad rhythm' is our personal. He wrote: 'It occurs that rhythms will come into your head, an outstanding one and a foul one and that i decide on the undesirable one. it is going to be definitely the right one.' ... it truly is believed that the OBERIU dissidents are useless, yet they continue to exist. they're persecuted yet they don't die."
-- Pussy insurrection [Nadezhda Tolokonnikova's final assertion at their trial in August 2012]
"I raise[d] my hand opposed to concepts," wrote Alexander Vvedensky, "I enacted a poetic critique of reason." This weirdly and fantastically philosophical poet used to be born in 1904, grew up in the course of conflict and revolution, and reached his creative adulthood as Stalin used to be twisting the that means of phrases in gruesome and deadly methods. Vvedensky--with Daniil Kharms the most important determine within the short-lived underground avant-garde crew OBERIU (a neologism for "the union for genuine art")--responded with a poetry that explodes reliable which means into shimmering streams of provocation and invention. A Vvedensky poem is sort of a loopy occasion choked with theater, movie, magic tips, jugglery, and feasting. Curious characters look and disappear, euphoria retains corporation with depression, outrageous assertions bring about epic shouting suits, and maybe all of it breaks off with one lonely individual making a song a song.
A Vvedensky poem doesn't make a press release. it's an occasion. Vvedensky's poetry was once unpublishable in the course of his lifetime--he made a residing as a author for kids earlier than loss of life less than arrest in 1942--and he is still the least recognized of the nice twentieth-century Russian poets. this is often his first ebook to seem in English. The translations via Eugene Ostashevsky and Matvei Yankelevich, awesome poets of their personal correct, are as astonishingly alert and alive because the originals.
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His wife winters somewhere south. 9. She sleeps beneath banana trees— an ocean laps her chair. 10. Water over rocks— white fire. 11. In camp above the river— fire burns down, first frost settles in. 12. Aurora—green, white— rising from every horizon. 13. Morning sun in May hits trillium—white petals glow in our dark corner. 51 14. Migrating white-throated sparrows call, delicately. 15. Rain at Height of Land— bird song, unrecognized, unseen in thimbleberry thickets. 16. Cold feet on New Year’s— new bird in the pines!
And this focus I’m belaboring here isn’t just one of art, though trying to learn the art may have taught me the importance of this attention to small worldly things, the precious objects that surround us, and once knowing that attention I miss it terribly when I can’t force myself to give it. I can worry that I won’t feel it again in this life. Just this morning I felt the whisper 45 of pain in my chest. I have already outlived my friends— David Bray dead for almost thirteen years now, Mike Simpson for almost ten—and they were both in much better shape than me, chubby ex-smoking bookseller that I am.
23. Retired preacher limping through the park jumps over sidewalk cracks. 24. Mother flips in her grave. Joy or pain? 25. Faith at the edge of winter, in old migrations: yellow warblers coming back! 26. Three note song—sweet, sweet, sweet— from early sumac, autumn olive. 27. Imported for a colonial hedge: alien connections in a second growth forest. 53 28. Every starling on this continent— all the birds in Shakespeare! 29. Two hundred lift— breathing silhouette against a gray sky. 30. After years of yellow winters, snowfall, finally, up past my knees.