The poem below, in Russian, is copied from here.
Brodsky wrote it, when he was 19. Nineteen.
Initially, I posted it here over a year ago, aspiring to translate it one day. Today was the day. Continue reading “‘A poem about the Spaniard Miguel Serveto’ by Joseph Brodsky” →
A month ago, I resigned from the job that brought me out to the Bay Area.
It’s OK, I started a new one this week, closer to the City.
It was a right decision. It was the time to leave. It was past the time. Continue reading “In Between” →
Last week, I started a series of posts (#1, #2) in which I comment on what I was sad to miss in the (quite decent overall) BBC TV series “Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell”, compared to the wonderful original book.
Like the second post in the series, today’s post is also a commentary on the feelings nearly impossible to project on the screen vs. paper, vs. living them.
Unlike the second post in the series, take this major spoiler alert if you haven’t read the book and there is even a remote possibility that you would.
Continue reading “Grievance #3: Childermass and the Raven King” →