In uk my landlord was the son of Akhmatovas mostant important love, Boris Anrep. Anrep, on emigrating first to France and thence to England, left her with an orthodox cross as a symbole for departing ways. It nearly broke her. Many decades later, her birth of place turned into the Akhmatova museum in Leiningrad, Anreps son asked me to take a foto of that very cross. So on my vistit to Mosco in early 80s, I had a detour to Leningrad to visit the museum. The curator, on hearing my sory as to why I came all the ay from England to visit the museum, just gave me a huge hug and could not stop crying. These are the people I got to know in Russia. Every pencil is worshipped like e relic.
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You surprised me, bringing in Akhmatove like that, out of the blue. Thank you for that paragraph. I spent many hears studying Russian litertature - what other nation's leaders actually sat down with their writers, especially poets? and then there is Akhmatova, Stalin's 'little whore llittle nun.' He had spies on her constantly, hiding beneath the oaks at The Fountain House. She lived there in her ex-husband's apartment, remarkable to see, to just be there, where she thought and wrote. I always need an office, but Akhmatove wrote at a wee table. When her son was imprisoned, she stood outside the wall with other mothers and wives. One woman recognized her and asked , "could she write this?" She could, and did. I stand in awe of her, her evocative images that never fail to tug at me, her voice in Russian, so passionate. It is my estimation that Russian writers have an extra-deep communication with both their own and their country's soul.
It is a great paragraph. Maybe it is not "Anglican-style" information, but it is, in so many ways, informing. The adjective "blinding" is by no means either gratuitous or wasted, and enters into the then presented width of the metaphor that has a nation and a culture "washing and ironing that shirt" through "two bloody wars and a lot of other blood." Taken together, that is no small amount of doing some "telling."
If we are hard core nationalized we are easily pushed into believing in 9/11 and the twitter war , making enemies of other people in other nations.
Who cares what nation writers are from as there are many good writers from many locations .
They write information .
Rumi the poet communicates. “Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
Whereas no one in there right mind thinks the swedes have clean shirts so the information is redundant . There are many people of all nations with white shirts and with dirty shirts. Blame, guilt and focus on past is an egoic jig- part of the regression.
"Fear is not of the present, but only of the past and future, which do not exist."
Like salmon leaping impossibly up a waterfall, the amount of ground covered in the passage is at once dizzying and graceful, and each element, each image, magically serves the (unexpected) whole (apparently) effortlessly.
Chess, mathematics, fiction. Russia is a far more mysterious place than most realize. It's why so much prophesy points to it. Steiner saw it. My folks rented an apartment to a Russian grandmaster, and gave him a huge break on his rent. I've never seen a person more deeply interior than he.
Dmitri Shostakovich's 'Testimony' started me on the path to questioning everything. He had that same wit. You can't just put your finger on it, but it conveys such truth that it makes you laugh out loud. This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
India charges WHO Scientist Soumya Swaminathan for Mass Murder: The beginning of Accountability
“They are accusing her of causing the deaths of many Indian citizens by misleading them about the effect of Ivermectin, which she stated did not work against Covid-19.”
In uk my landlord was the son of Akhmatovas mostant important love, Boris Anrep. Anrep, on emigrating first to France and thence to England, left her with an orthodox cross as a symbole for departing ways. It nearly broke her. Many decades later, her birth of place turned into the Akhmatova museum in Leiningrad, Anreps son asked me to take a foto of that very cross. So on my vistit to Mosco in early 80s, I had a detour to Leningrad to visit the museum. The curator, on hearing my sory as to why I came all the ay from England to visit the museum, just gave me a huge hug and could not stop crying. These are the people I got to know in Russia. Every pencil is worshipped like e relic.
The comments on the post called "Three Poems" was accidentally set to "paid subscribers only in the comments section. I have fixed it now. I place all posts and all comments open to all. Sorry for the mishap.
You surprised me, bringing in Akhmatove like that, out of the blue. Thank you for that paragraph. I spent many hears studying Russian litertature - what other nation's leaders actually sat down with their writers, especially poets? and then there is Akhmatova, Stalin's 'little whore llittle nun.' He had spies on her constantly, hiding beneath the oaks at The Fountain House. She lived there in her ex-husband's apartment, remarkable to see, to just be there, where she thought and wrote. I always need an office, but Akhmatove wrote at a wee table. When her son was imprisoned, she stood outside the wall with other mothers and wives. One woman recognized her and asked , "could she write this?" She could, and did. I stand in awe of her, her evocative images that never fail to tug at me, her voice in Russian, so passionate. It is my estimation that Russian writers have an extra-deep communication with both their own and their country's soul.
It is a great paragraph. Maybe it is not "Anglican-style" information, but it is, in so many ways, informing. The adjective "blinding" is by no means either gratuitous or wasted, and enters into the then presented width of the metaphor that has a nation and a culture "washing and ironing that shirt" through "two bloody wars and a lot of other blood." Taken together, that is no small amount of doing some "telling."
Somehow reading Akhmatova always makes me feel a yearning to be Russian, to understand that perspective, that depth of soul...
An interesting dichotomy, given the ancient ties between the Swedish people and the Russian people.
Very much about the past, wars and nationalism.
If we are hard core nationalized we are easily pushed into believing in 9/11 and the twitter war , making enemies of other people in other nations.
Who cares what nation writers are from as there are many good writers from many locations .
They write information .
Rumi the poet communicates. “Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
Whereas no one in there right mind thinks the swedes have clean shirts so the information is redundant . There are many people of all nations with white shirts and with dirty shirts. Blame, guilt and focus on past is an egoic jig- part of the regression.
"Fear is not of the present, but only of the past and future, which do not exist."
(ACIM, T-15.I.8:2)
Marvellous
Like salmon leaping impossibly up a waterfall, the amount of ground covered in the passage is at once dizzying and graceful, and each element, each image, magically serves the (unexpected) whole (apparently) effortlessly.
Chess, mathematics, fiction. Russia is a far more mysterious place than most realize. It's why so much prophesy points to it. Steiner saw it. My folks rented an apartment to a Russian grandmaster, and gave him a huge break on his rent. I've never seen a person more deeply interior than he.
Dmitri Shostakovich's 'Testimony' started me on the path to questioning everything. He had that same wit. You can't just put your finger on it, but it conveys such truth that it makes you laugh out loud. This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
And the Swedes were proud of staying out…. She writes beautifully..
Celia you’re right amazingly well and you have the most incredible people who follow you!! I love them all!!
Pressure creates diamonds.
Wow, Celia, no wonder I love talking to our two Russian filmmakers, Yura and Varya.
Sorry, OT but exciting:
India charges WHO Scientist Soumya Swaminathan for Mass Murder: The beginning of Accountability
“They are accusing her of causing the deaths of many Indian citizens by misleading them about the effect of Ivermectin, which she stated did not work against Covid-19.”
https://newamericangovernment.org/india-charges-who-scientist-soumya-swaminathan-for-mass-murder-the-beginning-of-accountability/