Category Archives: Personal

Shishkin

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

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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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

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

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Last word

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

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

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

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!

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

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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