#Grigori Dashevsky

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"Across the River They're Making Chocolate": Vsevolod Korolev's Closing Statement in Court

<Vsevolod Korolev During his closing statement in court today the documentary filmmaker Vsevolod Korolev read a poem by Grigori Dashevsky: 1. Across the river they’re making chocolate. Out there the river-ice is breaking up. And upriver we’re waiting, but for now no bus comes, only its vacant ghost, a desolate fleshless light flying ahead to the engine’s howl and the clatter of the ad-slates…

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Poet Grigory Dashevsky

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2. did you reread anything? what?

yeah. after all those years i can confirm that eugene onegin slaps as hard as it did when i first read it. i also turned to grigory dashevsky's and mikhail kuzmin's poetry collections quite a lot for sentimental reasons.

3. what were your top five books of the year?

in no particular order:

- imeni takogo-to by linor goralik

- leningradskaya khrestomatiya by oleg yuriev

- wound (rana) by oksana vasyakina

- chaadaevskoye delo by mikhail velizhev

- technically not just one book but andrey voznesensky's poetry. britney.gif

9. did you get into any new genres?

yes! i finally started to pay more attention to contemporary theatre and read a lot of plays.

12. any books that disappointed you?

too many for my liking. guess i was expecting a lot more from alexey salnikov and didn't enjoy his latest okkulttregger as a result. also viktor pelevin? is... not my kind of guy to put it mildly. though i'm now obsessed with the clay machine gun theatre production i recently saw in moscow.

17. did any books surprise you with how good they were?

you could say imeni takogo-to surprised me with how it made me feel. i.e. absolutely horrible. but i physically wasn't able to put it down.

#thank you dear anon #just realized i haven't read any foreign authors in 2022... #apart from the academic things i had to suffer through to finish my thesis

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Jacques Rancière's essay "Figures of History" makes many arguments that seem urgent for our times. He says, for example, that the artist's duty is to show "what can't be seen, what lies beneath the visible". This pleases me, because the late Russian poet Grigory Dashevsky always saw this as the role of poetry, to bring the invisible to the point of visibility. Rancière's most important point is this: in his writing about history, he contrasts 'document' with 'monument'. A 'document', for him, is any record of an event that aims to be exhaustive, to tell history, to make 'a memory official'. A 'monument' is the opposite of document ... "that which preserves memory through its very being ... a household object, a piece of fabric, a piece of pottery, a stele, a pattern painted on a chest or a contract between two people we know nothing about ..."

Maria Stepanova, from “In Memory of Memory” (translated by Sasha Dugdale) (Fitzcarraldo Editions, 2021)

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from Ithaca | Grigori Dashevsky

The night approaches. Dusk drafts on buildings their future ruins. Dusk deepens windows and apertures. It hollows stones with shadows like with water. It foretells the near death of a hundred clouds to the shining host. A thin layer of dust, the seer leaves his footprints on the roofs as he walks home from the future not his own, swallowing his voice — in its rays, fat blood flows down the golden armor. Wet blue entrails. Large heads have rolled down the shoulders. Speech has grown silent in deep mouths. …………………………………………….. The signs of a life without past will emerge like lies through the lines of an old page, emptiness will turn into loss, foreign sand into Ithaca. Ithaca is the time when there’s nowhere to go. If it’s night, it means the night is the end of the voyage. A sackcloth hiding the shoulders of the stranger is truer than speeches about past and future he won’t make. Nobody will. On the streets rain readies hollows for the funeral, already overgrown with grass. In a long puddle he sees: a pauper, a random victim of the skies hangs with his head down. In height, he is a cloud, the size of a lost faith in returning home. ……………….. So should I, a pauper sitting by a stranger’s door, declare: I’m Odysseus, and I’m back. Should I say: I’m recognized. After the mourning songs tears are still rolling down my face. I have been summoned to clothe the past in the shining ice. The twilight pushes a heavy box of reflection out of the windows and thumbs through a pale face as if it were a stack of letters lying in a vacuum, written by an unfamiliar hand. You are in Ithaca, but you are not yet home. The soul goes home the way of flesh, clothed in white rags, so that to say upon arrival: I recognize and I am recognized. Window water, vapor of window reflections harden not in the shining of the ice that has come out of a secret thought, but from a permanent neighboring frame, which has embraced life into its shores of death, where my steps on the sand are uneven and filled with water. Old rags are stronger than old life. Night, like dead water, sows together the tattered contours of the past. A stranger’s death is a seed of your homeland, sprouting from the graveyard statues, from the clouds, forever still.

Grigori Dashevsky, ‘From “Ithaca”’ as published here. Translated from the Russian by Valzhyna Mort.

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The soul goes home the way of flesh, clothed in white rags, so that to say upon arrival: I recognize and I am recognized.

Grigori Dashevsky, from "Ithaca," trans. Valzhyna Mort, Poetry (November 2014)

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