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Grumpy Ray Bradbury
cema
Tuesday,
August
17th
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2010
04:47 pm
Ray Bradbury:
We've got too many internets!
Also, need a revolution.
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Thursday, August 19th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
First I heard that one, thanks. Real and poets are about as likely to be found together as genius and villainy. If a poet tells you he knows reality he's lying.
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Thursday, August 19th, 2010 02:26 am (UTC)
Brodsky knew reality but did not boast about it.
С красавицей налаживая связь,
вдоль стен тюрьмы, где отсидел три года,
лететь в такси, разбрызгивая грязь,
с бутылкой в сетке — вот она, свобода!
Щекочет ноздри невский ветерок.
Судьба родных сознания не гложет.
Ах! только соотечественник может
постичь очарованье этих строк!..
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Thursday, August 19th, 2010 03:57 am (UTC)
Only a poet can think that this is reality, rather than a mirage.
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С красавицей налаживая связь,
вдоль стен тюрьмы, где отсидел три года,
лететь в такси, разбрызгивая грязь,
с бутылкой в сетке — вот она, свобода!
Щекочет ноздри невский ветерок.
Судьба родных сознания не гложет.
Ах! только соотечественник может
постичь очарованье этих строк!..
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