January 2011
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Adam Kirsch on Joseph Brodsky in Tablet.
Also see Brodsky’s Nobel lecture, one of the most masterful apologies for poetry I know, and a sterling example of the nobility of humility
Читаем классику
Моя любовь - уродливый недуг,
Не помышляющий об исцеленье,
Питаемый ключом несчетных мук -
Болезненным стремленьем к угожденью
Шекспир, Сонет 147
Selected poems of Marina Tsvetaeva
Not sure if it’s just as great in English as it is in Russian, but I found this on web, browsing for classic poetry. Back in the school days she used to be one of my favorite poets along with Auden and Brodsky.
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I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to...
– Henry Rollins: Smile, you’re traveling (Black Coffee Blues Pt. 3)
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