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An inspiring quote of the day, always relevant to our lives.
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Boredom is your window on the properties of time that one tends to ignore to the likely peril of one's mental equilibrium. It is your window on time's infinity. Once this window opens, don't try to shut it; on the contrary, throw it wide open.” ― Joseph Brodsky Joseph Brodsky, New York City, November, 1985, snapped by Allen Ginsberg. He was born 80 years ago this month in Leningrad. Expelled from the Soviet Union in 1972, he lived the rest of his time in the United States. Though he passed away at the young age of 55, he was extraordinarily prolific, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature not long after this photo was taken, and was the US Poet Laureate for 1991. #josephbrodsky #allenginsberg #writers #russianwriters #poetry #russianpoets (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAtOl-ShxHp/?igshid=walqbn6dez8y
“Нет, Есенин, это не насмешка. В горле горе комом - не смешок. Вижу - взрезанной рукой помешкав, собственных костей качаете мешок.”
Alexei Tolstoy’s Vourdalak Family
Second cousin to Leo Tolstoy, wrote about "Vourdalak" a Slavic and Balkan folktale reference to a vampire or werewolf. https://americanliterature.com/author/alexei-tolstoy/short-story/the-family-of-the-vourdalak
Fyodor
Fyodor, I think we would have gotten very drunk together. That wouldn't have done either of us any good. Still searching, but I haven't yet found any writer more thrilled than you were to dig into the muck of consciousness. Others may dig boldly, earnest, or timidly, but you-- you shoveled and clawed in prose. When I read your novels, I get depressed and thrilled. I get weary and joyful. For 45 or 50 seconds I
I may even become Russian.
I visited a "Dostoyevsky House" in St. Petersburg. It wasn't bad at all. I bought a postcard based on a painting of you. I never sent it to anyone. Jesus Christ, what you would have thought of tourists! Lord, help me: what you would have thought of my calling you "Fyodor."
Tolstoy overhead everything that was said. You overheard everything that went unsaid. Your books are as modern as Dickens' aren't. You're a brawler in prose. You're also dead. What a goddamned shame. Or is it? It's so hard to know. hans ostrom 2015
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Dimitri Prigov and Bella Akhmadulina, Moscow, November 1985. Prigov passed away 11 years ago last weekend, and he got extra accolades this year with Pussy Riot's World Cup field rush referencing his concept of the heavenly policeman. (photo: Allen Ginsberg, courtesy University of Toronto Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library /Allen Ginsberg Estate) #dimitriprigov #bellaakhmadulina #russianwriters #russianpoetry #pussyriot #thomasfisherrarebooklibrary #beatpoet #poetry #moscow (at Moscow, Russia)
Anna Akhmatova's 8th November 1913
Anna Akhmatova: "Sunlight fills my roomWith hot dust, lucent, grey.I wake, and I remember: Today is your saint's day." https://americanliterature.com/author/anna-akhmatova/poem/8th-november-1913
Aleksandr Kuprin “Easter Day”
"He had begun to narrow the circle of his enjoyments and pleasures; a habit of retrospection and of sceptical suspicion; his animal love of Nature had become less & was giving place to a more refined appreciation of the shades of beauty." https://americanliterature.com/author/aleksandr-i-kuprin/short-story/easter-day