September 12, 2006

Quotes: Departing like Pushkin

What in name to you my?
It will die, like sound sad
Of wave, having crashed on shore distant,
Like sound night in forest deaf.

It on commemorative sheet
Leaves mortal track, resembling
Pattern of inscription on-coffin
In unknown language.

What in it? Forgotten long ago
In disturbances new and mutinous,
To your soul won’t give it
Memories clean, soft.

But in day of sadness, in silence,
Pronounce it melancholying;
Say: is memory of me,
Is in world heart, where live I…

-Pushkin, trans. Iakov Eliovich

Pushkin had four sons and they were all idiots. One of them couldn't even sit on his chair and kept falling off. Pushkin himself was not very good at sitting on his chair either, to speak of it. It used to be quite hilarious: They would be sitting at the table; at one end Pushkin would keep falling off his chair, and at the other end - his son. One wouldn't know where to look.

-Kharms, Anecdotes from the Life of Pushkin

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-Error message which prevents me from applying to a job thru the U.C. Berkeley network using the Mozilla Firefox internet browser.

Consider this: all the ants on the planet, taken together, have a biomass greater than that of humans. Ants have been incredibly industrious for millions of years. Yet their productiveness nourishes plants, animals & soil. Human industry has been in full swing for little over a century, yet it has brought about a decline in almost every ecosystem on the planet. Nature doesn't have a design problem. People do.

-William McDonough & Michael Braungart, Cradle to Cradle (2002), pg. 16

I have smitten you with blasting & mildew:
when your gardens & your vineyards & your fig trees increased,
the palmerworm devoured them

-Amos 4:9

In my womb I carried my avenger!

-Angelina Jolie's character in Oliver Stone's Alexander (2004)

As we know, Pushkin's beard never grew. Pushkin was very distressed about this and he always envied Zakharin who, on the contrary, grew a perfectly respectable beard. 'His grows, but mine doesn't' - Pushkin would often say, pointing at Zakharin with his fingernails. And every time he was right.

-Kharms, Anecdotes from the Life of Pushkin

Belinsky. It was she who killed him [Pushkin], in a way.
Stanevich. That's what I think! She was the wrong woman for him. The duel was between knowledge & denial, the dialectic dramatized, it's all there in Hegel.
Belinsky. Hegel? She was a flirt!
Stanevich. Well, I have to agree. But on a higher, Hegelian level, dueling with rapiers represents -
Belinsky. He was shot.
Stanevich. What?
Belinsky. He was shot.
Stanevich. Who was?
Belinsky. Pushkin.
Stanevich. I'm talking about Hamlet.
Belinsky. Hamlet?

-Tom Stoppard, from Voyage: The Coast of Utopia Part I, Act 2

Ye golden lamps of heav'n, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

-112 The Last Words of Copernicus. C.M. (Philip Doddridge 1755), from the Sacred Harp

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