may 24 Joseph Brodsky is 80 years old. Perhaps no poet so it is not quoted in the virus time as Brodsky. “Don’t leave your room, make no mistake…” has already become a meme and even managed to podnadoest. Some jokingly offer to ban “the Golden” as it was referred to Anna Akhmatova. However, the ban Brodsky is not threatened. He continues to be a top national and world poetry, the darling of the youth. On the eve of the anniversary of Corr. “MK” asked the poets of the generation of 20-30 – year-old: what they mean the works of Brodsky, his identity and destiny, as a Nobel laureate has influenced their poetic growth, and why today it is necessary to read his poems? And they need to read, to teach and to learn.
“What nesima thing, so it is true that it once existed” (I. Brodsky’s “Roman elegies”, 1981)
Anton Azarenkov, the poet laureate of the premium “the Lyceum”, the author of a thesis on the works of Joseph Brodsky. Today Joseph Brodsky is primarily a “point of entry” into the culture. To truly read Brodsky, you need to keep in mind a huge number of other verses from John Donne to Thomas Venclova. For young poets, most of them terribly uneducated literary, Brodsky can be a great school of sobriety, “a feast of Mnemosyne”. His essay is a brilliant experience of understanding poetry, slow reading, opposite the notorious modern “of clipbusty”. Yet Brodsky is the tip of the iceberg called “Soviet “second culture””, and from there you can discover dozens of names and manner of writing, which even today – especially today – it sounds refreshing. Every time you want to take off his shirt or to shoot, you need to read Brodsky. And, of course, its own poetry: who wrote the twelfth “Roman Elegy” will forever remain in the history of world poetry, in the noosphere.
“With the beautiful making a connection
along the walls of the prison, where he served three years,
to fly into a taxi, spraying dirt
with a bottle in the grid – that is, freedom!
(Joseph Brodsky “to the beauty of making a connection…”, 1972)
Arina Chekanova, poet, actress of theatre and cinema. Brodsky possessed amazing charisma. It began to be called a great poet even when he wrote stishata not that bad at all, but quite ordinary. And he, like Munchausen, who himself pigtails pulled out of the swamp, he managed himself to hold on to him in advance of the specified level. “For me, he is the last of the great poets of the twentieth century – in any case, in classic, Tsvetayeva’s sense of the word.” I fully subscribe to the words of Victor Kulle, my master in the Literary Institute. Favorite poem – “Nowhere with love” and of course “When so many behind. All, especially grief…”. I have an absolute feeling that the poet is an Explorer, so I e��have faith. I like that his poems fall on the jazz, this is a kind of close to me atmosphere. The poet has a special aura, and this energy is very interesting to connect.
“If you fell in the Empire born Better to live in a remote province near the sea. (Joseph Brodsky “Letters to the Roman friend of Martial”, 1972)
Rostislav Yartsev, poet, philologist. Tsvetaeva, one of my favorite poets of Brodsky believed that weak imitative poetry is important to “recover” in time: as a scarlet fever in childhood. I deliberately wrote a lot of poems in the style of “for Brodsky,” in high school. Creativity “our red” nobilita is a great springboard for the novice poet (if, of course, to understand his worldview honestly and whole). Brodsky himself called the poems “a tremendous accelerator of consciousness.” For me the lyrics Brodsky became the concentrate of attention to the space of the human spirit, its painful history. Brodsky reveals the metaphysical potential of objects in the agony of the material world. It’s all in opposition to violence, his credo — compassion the tragedy of a private individual, delivered a blow to the era of the masses. In the opinion of Grigory Dashevsky, Brodsky departed from the traditional romantic posture lyrical, internal glow it to the limit — and thereby putting the path to “a tribe of young, unknown”: never ever follow a tyranny.
As well home slowly,
to catch yourself in the words of lack of candor.
and suddenly realize how slowly the soul
concerned about the new changes
(Joseph Brodsky “will Return home….”, 1961)
Boris Kutenkov, poet, literary critic. I remember well the first frightening impression – even from Brodsky’s poems, and his influence on subsequent poetry. I moved in his creative path from the present to the past, consciously ignoring who wrote before the beginning of the XXI century. The hero of our survey was read to me in these years, but rather superficially. Around sophomore year I went to litinstitute the stand featured an article someone from litinstitute teachers about Brodsky and it was five minutes of bitter disappointment in contemporary poetry. Before my eyes flashed quotes around a dozen poets, who somehow drew from it the well, useful, I must say, the time of removing rose-colored glasses and, perhaps, true notions about the hierarchies.
over the years I have rethought their ideas about the apparent “unoriginality” of poetry and understand that the borrowing rate, the image or the line may have individual intonation. Lev Losev in an interview in response to the question, did Brodsky on subsequent poetry, was strictly and directly he felt it robbed; Tatyana Bek put a subject of “closing effect”, “influence of the gate”.
I tried Chi��at his interviews and essays – however, recently, a young poet, a friend and colleague Rostislav Yartsev rightly pointed out to me his tone in the poem, it would seem, he has nothing to do, – the “virus” came in through the verses of the followers, as in the proverb: “I read someone who read someone who read Brodsky”. The only contemporary young poets take the influence of Brodsky, individually, broke through their own ethical and aesthetic coordinates – Gregory Horn.
something inside, like
broke and split.
Saying “Oh, goodness!”
the sound of your own voice.
(Joseph Brodsky “Mexican ballads”, 1975)
Gregory Horns, poet, founder of poetry award “Twelve”. Joseph Brodsky, for me, is first and foremost a poet of transition from one reality to another, the poet of the Apocalypse, the poet of “zeroing”. If the heroine of the famous series written murder, something about I. B. we can say that he has written the collapse of the Empire. Or the collapse of the Empire wrote I. B., which is essentially synonymous. These transitions, ruins, decays, “historical times” survive few poets. How many poets have died by the will of fate, which is hardly possible to outwit, how many committed suicide died at the hands or words of the crazy ones, and so on and so forth. Brodsky is also a bit stretched out after his space flight, “sailing through the mist”, but this is not important, important is that he survived during the flood. It was his mission. And this experience is passed on to future generations in the form of poems. But the irony is that the poems, their meaning, do not open immediately, for that you need to worry that survived their author. So in this era the world works, and it’s a given. A snake swallowing its own tail.