The Life, the Universe, and Everything
Victor Pelevin “The Sacred Book of Werewolf”
I cannot say that she was especially good-looking. On those occasions when I saw her after a long separation, I was amazed at how this skinny little creature with such fierce eyes could have become everything for me – love, life, death, the salvation of my soul. But she [...]
Victor Pelevin “The Sacred Book of Werewolf”
‘… Did Mikhalich give you the flower?’
‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘And he told me I should think about the meaning of the message. But I haven’t come up with anything. Maybe you can tell me yourself?’
He scratched his head. He seemed disconcerted by my question.
‘Do you know the folktale about [...]
Infatuation?
I love this word even though it seems to be somewhat an exaggeration for describing how I feel. How can I be infatuated with the person I am infatuated with? Well, I am talking about “my delicate friend” and I am trying to figure out what has happened, why it has happened and what to [...]
Sergei Yesenin (4 Oct. 1895 – 27 Dec. 1925)
Tears
Tears… again these bitter tears,
For broken dreams that flew far away,
For dreaded sadness that nothing cheers,
For new darkness, that nothing keeps at bay.
What is to come? More such torment?
No, it’s enough… It is time to rest, let go,
And to forget the sounds of lament,
A heart is full [...]
From Sergei Yesenin’s “The Black Man”
Happiness — he said –
Is a quickness of hand and mind.
Slow fools are always
Known for being unhappy.
Heartaches, we know,
Derive
From broken, lying gestures.
Why poems, all of a sudden?
Of all the poets, why Yesenin?
“What’s the life of a scandalous poet to me?”
What is it to you? My audience? I know that I [...]
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