i met him, by accident, in Fret@Porter cafe in warsaw. during one of a czyzykiewicz recitals, where his words were sang with passion and tender. it was happened few years ago, but i still remember ‘Parts of a speech”, “Pilgrims” or “My lover” and, ladies and gentlemen, tears..
sixty eight years ago in leningrad was born joseph brodski. russian poet, american nobelist and polish friend. his story is long and complicated as his life was. but worse your life was then better you are. richer in experience of hope, love and patience.
today is brodski’s day. i’m trying to get trough his poems, essays and notes. many of them written in russian; it is good practice, coming back to experience of language which i haven’t used for a while. then listening to poet’s voice, recorded many years ago, by russian radio.
brodski wasn’t good in reading his poems. i had impression that the poems overgrew a master. read with no intonation, no emotions, no power. but all of that you could find in his poems. passion, resistance and liberty.
brodski died in 1996, but his spirit is still alive. in his books and in our hearts.
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(PL) Nie tak miało być. By Bogdan Miklusz
