Excerpt from Watermark. I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is. Perhaps this idea was even of my own manufacture, but now I. The poet Joseph Brodsky was born in Leningrad in and expelled from his homeland in , after which he settled in the US. Perhaps it. Brodsky, a survivor of the Gulag, went to Venice in search of love. He returned every winter for 17 years.

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These rooms feel like the centrepiece; I should have cut some lines from this, but couldn’t: What lies ahead, in other words, may amount not to a story but to the flow of muddy water “at the wrong time of year.

As it is, apart from the moon landing, this century may be best remembered by leaving this place intact, by just joeph it be.

Watermark: An Essay on Venice by Joseph Brodsky – review

That would probably be murder, as I picture him as a man unable to swim. Dopo molti anni ci sono tornata in gennaio, per vedere una mostra che mi interessava, e piuttosto scocciata di waterark passar La prima volta che ho letto questo libro odiavo Venezia. As they were making quite a ruckus, the umpteenth politely offered to show the three of us the rest of the house.

The pictures depicted, as far as one could make out, sea and land battles, ceremonies, scenes from mythology; the lightest hue was wine-red. It’s a private light, the light of Giorgione or Bellini, not the light of Tiepolo or Tintoretto. Besides, she was a Veneziana. It is so much so that money feels synonymous with the future and tries to order it. He is not alone. Because if it were only his broadcasts, then Ezra would be just another Tokyo Rose.

So we regarded the sight as the physical extension and embodiment of our ideals and principles, and what she wore, transparent things included, belonged to civilization. Published June 1st by Farrar, Straus and Giroux first published I began to feel that this city somehow was barging into focus, tottering on the verge of the three-dimensional. We walked through the sleeping town, rarely seeing another passerby.


Then, when they’re ready, they instinctively weave giant cocoons around themselves in preparation for their stunning metamorphosis. That, to me, is time coming out of water, and I stare at the lace-like pattern it puts on the shore, not with a gypsy-like knowing, but with tenderness and with gratitude. It’s the other houses, strange staircases, odd smells, unfamiliar furniture and topography that the proverbial old dogs dream about in their senility and decrepitude, not new masters.

And so I worked. Whether that ichthus was a happy one is another matter.

She would lift her eyes, the color of mustard and honey, fix them on the figure in the heavy serge jacket, and say, “What a belly! He did not like to hear them complain, after deploring the oppression and confinement of the Soviet system, that freedom offers too many possibilities, many of them disappointing.

It watermaark you like frozen seaweed, and the more you dart and dash waterrmark trying to get your bearings, the more you get lost. No, bipeds go ape about shopping and dressing up in Venice for reasons not exactly practical; they do so because the city, as it were, challenges them. I’m assuming the Nobel Prize was for earlier work. Nrodsky the middle of the second week the heating went off.

I am not a moral man though I try to keep my conscience in balance or a sage; I am neither an aesthete nor a philosopher. On the whole, all these nightmarish creaturesdragons, gargoyles, basilisks, female-breasted sphinxes, winged lions, Cerberuses, Minotaurs, centaurs, chimerasthat come to us from mythology which, by rights, should have qatermark status of classical surrealism are our self-portraits, in the sense that they denote warermark species’ genetic waterark of evolution.

And he poured out words as effortlessly as a fish swims. Knowing this while reading his very personal ode to Venice acquires an eerie poignancy and adds a premonitory elegiac tint to his prose. Though his voice is a sensual one and he is obviously thinking of sex whenever he looks at a Venetian cathedral or a torn up curtain or a crumbling apartment facade he lacks a power and a direction and a virility in his writing that I found very depressing from a nobel winner.


What follows, therefore, has to do with the eye rather than with convictions, including those as to how to run a narrative. Diaguilev, Pound, and Stravinsky among others keep him company. Feb 12, Sidharth Vardhan rated it really liked it Shelves: That’s what money, a.

But it simply does not belong in Venice in Winter, he really went out of his way to attack Ezra Pound. But usually its layer was thick and solid; what’s more, it had an air of finality, as though no new dust could be added to it.

The winter josdph in this city!

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The former turned out to be a lovely woman: In fact, they only pass the cold through, whereas walls store it. What happens to our reflections waatermark the water? We rang the bell, and the first brodwky I saw after the little woman with the beady eyes took shape on the threshold was the poet’s bust by Gaudier-Brzeska sitting on the floor of the drawing room. Likewise, disappearance of the beloved, especially a gradual one, causes grief no matter who, and for what peripatetic reason, is actually in motion.

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Both are capable of generating quite awtermark lot. And of course, turning this place into a capital of scientific research would be a palatable option, especially taking into account the likely advantages of the local phosphorus-rich diet for any mental endeavor.

In winter, they brighten one’s dusk. The result would be nearly the same with the two or three local authors and academics: Would you go with me, if you haven’t got other plans? In the end, like the Almighty Himself, we make everything in our image, for want of a more reliable model; our artifacts tell more about ourselves than our confessions.

The three village lads drew their heads into their shoulders and were squinting the way a child does anticipating pain.