BRODSKY WATERMARK PDF

Memory, death, love, beauty, dreams – Brodsky touches on all of these in this wonderfully evocative book, says PD Smith. A very, very short prose-exercise by Nobelist Brodsky about Venice, his many wintertime trips there, the enchantment and ironies and visual. As much a brooding self-portrait as a lyric description of Venice, poet Brodsky’s quirky, impressionistic essay describes his year romance with a city of.

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Winter thus was my season; the only thing I lacked, I thought, to look like a local rake or [carbonaro] was a scarf.

WATERMARK by Joseph Brodsky | Kirkus Reviews

Except in a mirror, the eye never sees itself. But then they grew into a fully developed recognition of what beauty is. Reliefs become suppler, columns more rotund, capitals curlier, cornices more resolute, spires starker, niches deeper, disciples more draped, angels airborne. I liked the hush in her voice, though it fit the night more than the message, and replied in the same conspiratorial tones that it’s always a pleasure to meet potential relatives.

It doesn’t threaten you with murder or make you sick.

Do you know her? That was a Calvinoesque idea, and who knows, as an upshot of space travel, that may yet come to pass. This is a time for reading, for burning electricity all day long, for going easy on self-deprecating thoughts or coffee, for listening to brodzky BBC World Service, for going to bed early. Well, Venice is the city of poets just as rose is their flower and broodsky their bird. After all, we were a bookish crowd, and at a watsrmark age, if you believe in literature, you think everyone shares or should share your conviction and taste.

The source of that attraction, I’d always felt, lay elsewhere, beyond the confines of biography, beyond one’s wagermark makeupsomewhere in one’s hypothalamus, which stores our chordate ancestors’ impressions of their native realm offor examplethe very ichthus that caused this civilization. If that doesn’t happen, it is either because the Almighty, too, doesn’t seem to have much in the way of alternatives, or because a thought itself possesses a water pattern.

As Thoreau did with Brods,y pond, Brodsky does with this amphibious city only in a much more concise, page, poetic manner. Then our host turned a knob and I saw his silhouette framed by a door leading into an enfilade. It’s certainly better than a lot of other things written about Venice ahem, Ackroydbut wategmark intricate tapestry of cultural allusions sometimes comes across more as obfuscatory name-dropping than erudition.

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One afternoon in Novemberin the Londra, where I was staying courtesy of the Biennale on Dissent, I received a phone call from Susan Sontag, who was staying in the Gritti under the same dispensation.

Watermark: An Essay on Venice by Joseph Brodsky – review

Like many books of the twenties, it was fairly shortsome two hundred pages, no moreand its pace was brisk. Oh, there you can find your Donizettis and Rossinis, your Lullys and Frescobaldis! I think I’d never met a Fascistyoung or old; however, I’d dealt with a considerable number of old CP members, and that’s why tea at Olga Rudge’s place, with that bust of Ezra sitting on the floor, rang, so to speak, a bell.

Happiness or unhappiness would simply come in attendance, although sometimes they’d stay longer than I did, as if waiting on me.

Only alcohol can absorb the polar lightning shooting through your body as you set your foot on the marble floor, slippers or no slippers, shoes or no shoes. A fair thing to do, I thought, would be to publish waermark his poems and his speeches in one volume, without any learned introduction, and see what happens. That was a Calvinoesque idea, and who knows, as an upshot of space travel, that may yet come to pass.

A paw, at any rate, is a better instrument for turning pages than a hoof. Brodsky makes some compelling, deep analogies this is a remarkable passage: When the broddsky retreat they leave drier matter-of-fact passages that shake you and wake you up from the lolling dream.

There is something primordial about traveling on water, even for short distances. It could adorn an entrance or simply burst out watermaro a wall without any apparent purpose, the absence btodsky which would make it oddly recognizable. They were shedding, those curtains, and some of their folds exposed broad, bald, threadbare patches, as though the fabric felt it had come full circle and was now reverting to its pre-loom state.

It must be said that she took it like a mensch. His face looks very much like yours.

Presumably because the element here had heard Italian. Politicians and big businesses especially, for nothing has a greater future than money.

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What was coming to them was death, not pain; yet their bodies couldn’t distinguish one from the other. It’s the time of staring down clock faces and timetables, of scrutinizing varicose marble under your feet, of inhaling ammonia and that dull smell elicited on cold winter nights by locomotives’ cast iron.

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Dopo molti anni ci sono tornata wateemark gennaio, per vedere una mostra che mi interessava, e piuttosto scocciata di dover passar La prima volta che ho letto questo libro odiavo Venezia. To be sure, everybody has designs on her, on this city.

Upon obtaining itusually by facing a tribunal presided over by Hippocrateshe would return full of stories about those he had bumped into in the halls and chambers below: And secondly, this city doesn’t qualify to be a museum, being itself a work of art, the greatest masterpiece our species produced.

After all, we were a bookish crowd, and at a certain age, if you believe brodsyk literature, you think everyone shares or should share your conviction and taste. Watch the battle unfold as these huge hornets risk their lives for their kingdoms. Then my Ariadne vanished, leaving behind a fragrant thread of her expensive was it Shalimar?

In doing so, the book also reveals a subject—and an author—readers have never before seen. So if one looks elegant, one is one of us. So strong was that association, and so pretty was the sight, that even now, years later, belonging to a different age and, as it were, to a different country, I began to slip unwittingly wateermark the old mode.

I remember neither their titles nor their publisher; in fact, I am quite vague on their respective plots also. Diaguilev, Pound, and Stravinsky among others keep him company. Yet the cat in me lingered; had it not been for that cat, I’d be climbing brodskyy walls now in some expensive institution.

An object, after all, is what makes infinity private. It surrounds you like frozen seaweed, and the more you dart and dash about trying to get your bearings, the more you get lost.

This is, I suppose, an extreme view, but I am a Northerner. At night, infinity in foreign realms arrives with the last lamppost, and here it was twenty meters away. Also, it was a winter night.

Small wonder that it looks muddy green in the daytime and pitch black at night, rivaling the firmament.

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