Alexander Vvedensky: An Invitation for Me to Think (NYRB/Poets)
“Pussy rebellion are Vvedensky's disciples and his heirs.
Katya, Masha, and that i are in detention center yet I don’t think about that we’ve been defeated.... in line with the legit document, Alexander Vvedensky died on December 20, 1941. We don’t comprehend the reason, no matter if it was once dysentery within the educate after his arrest or a bullet from a protect. It used to be someplace at the railway line among Voronezh and Kazan. His precept of ‘bad rhythm’ is our personal. He wrote: ‘It occurs that rhythms will come into your head, an exceptional one and a nasty one and that i opt for the undesirable one. it will likely be the correct one.’ ... it really is believed that the OBERIU dissidents are useless, yet they continue to exist. they're persecuted yet they don't die.”
— Pussy rebellion [Nadezhda Tolokonnikova’s final assertion at their
trial in August 2012]
“I raise[d] my hand opposed to concepts,” wrote Alexander Vvedensky, “I enacted a poetic critique of reason.” This weirdly and beautifully philosophical poet used to be born in 1904, grew up in the middle of battle and revolution, and reached his creative adulthood as Stalin used to be twisting the which means of phrases in gruesome and deadly methods. Vvedensky—with Daniil Kharms the main determine within the short–lived underground avant-garde team OBERIU (a neologism for “the union for genuine art”)—responded with a poetry that explodes sturdy that means into shimmering streams of provocation and invention. A Vvedensky poem is sort of a loopy get together choked with theater, movie, magic tips, jugglery, and feasting. Curious characters seem and disappear, euphoria retains corporation with depression, outrageous assertions bring about epic shouting suits, and maybe all of it breaks off with one lonely individual making a song a song.
A Vvedensky poem doesn’t make a press release. it truly is an occasion. Vvedensky’s poetry used to be unpublishable in the course of his lifetime—he made a dwelling as a author for kids prior to demise less than arrest in 1942—and he is still the least identified of the good twentieth-century Russian poets. this is often his first ebook to seem in English. The translations by means of Eugene Ostashevsky and Matvei Yankelevich, amazing poets of their personal correct, are as astonishingly alert and alive because the originals.
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