Category Archives: Personal

Shishkin

Posted on April 9, 2013 by

на один прекрасный день в месте похожем на этот лес всплыла наша тень через снежный занавес кроме на-лыжах-катающихся шли мы в тишине и о всех нас-не-касающихся мы забыли истинне а хотя некультурно наступил я, ты не отказала от объятия тогда … Continue reading →

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Письмо Эрато

Posted on January 26, 2013 by

2013 – год без тебя, Год мирных гор, и тихого неба, Воробьев в березах, мягкости ветра. В этом году расслабляется земля. Хоть выдыхают деревья Я иду среди вереска До места встречи, нашего секрета. Вижу издали расходятся два берега. Думаю о … Continue reading →

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Posted on January 10, 2012 by

Months ago flying from Russia to the US I was seated next to an old woman with one of those beautiful Russian names that I can’t even remember right now – it may have been something soft like Inna or … Continue reading →

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It was raining yesterday

Posted on August 4, 2011 by

A toast to celebrate good news, in honor of MH.

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Last word

Posted on April 24, 2011 by

Courtesy of Alexander Dolgun (page 178): It went well, I peeled the scalp forward and called an orderly we referred to as не русский черт because of his fierce Cherkess nationalism and denial of all things Russian. He spoke poor … Continue reading →

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View from Warsaw 20.03.11

Posted on March 24, 2011 by

To this benighted land of sub-arctic latitude Presenting mirthless birches to all fuckers who intrude From the Eastern oceans to the Kremlin, crimson-hued, Why are you so lovely? Why are you so rude? Yawned the hairy bear, in despotic attitude, … Continue reading →

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A Miracle of Rare Device

Posted on March 8, 2011 by

From the banks of the Don to old Astrakhan, can be measured by depth of emotion. The grass never so green in a broken machine as when you try to set it in motion. So just before dawn I hopped … Continue reading →

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Reply to Auden, 8 February 2011

Posted on February 9, 2011 by

A victim of her circumstance I guess she lies there prone Not seeking universal love but to be loved alone As Diaghilev demanded, while Nijinsky went insane I fully understand it without having her explain The Bolshoi dancers had their … Continue reading →

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LP is back in Moscow!

Posted on January 18, 2011 by

you think you understand it you don’t see theres no antidote just another russian motherfucker with his hand at your throat not a clan animal you’re no real fan of the show disenchanted after dancing with a phantom in snow … Continue reading →

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Happy Halloween

Posted on October 30, 2010 by

Rocking crosstown beats treadin concrete streets I’m a thousand feet from the Kremlin walls where the Boss now keeps Enemies ten inch claws tossed in lost-found heaps With reddened cheeks I see OMON clown freaks Seeking low-down geeks to beat … Continue reading →

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