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Reading: To Death by Anna Akhmatova

Today I read fragment number 8 from the cycle 'Prologue', called 'To death' by one of the most famous Russian poets of the twentieth century, Anna Akmatova (1889-1966) in a translation by A.S. Kline . Translations of a lot of other Akhmatova poetry is also available on his

29 October, 2017

Kamiel Choi

Akhmatova, anthology, death, Russia

Poetry

Great was that chase with the hounds for the unattainable meaning of the world. And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. - Czesław Miłosz

Reading: I hear that the axe has flowered by Paul Celan

Today, let's dive into a mysterious poem by the great Paul Celan, in a translation by Michael Hamburger. I hear that the axe has flowered I hear that the axe has flowered, I hear that the place can't be named, I hear that the bread which looks at him heals the hanged man, the bread ...

14 October, 2017

Kamiel Choi

anthology, death, Paul Celan

Poetry

Reading: L’Orangerie by Yves Bonnefoy

The French poet Yves Bonnefoy (1923-2016) published major collections of poetry throughout his livetime. He lived, and died, in Paris in 2016. Today, I read a poem headed 'L'Orangerie'. I didn't like the

3 October, 2017

Kamiel Choi

anthology, death, finitude, Orangerie, salamander, Yves Bonnefoy

Poetry

real hypochondria

I created this illness together with histamines and B lymphocytes to you, I imagine the pain worse: you nod and I recoil I have no heavens to curse and shallow is the temptation of the soil

15 July, 2017

Kamiel Choi

death, hypochondria, illness, pain

Poetry

The gizzard of Halcyon

The world is a forest we cheapskate light on the forest floor high above flies the body of the bird of cool. We fools look up to see if she's gone halcyon, junky of the cloudless skies deal me more words, I want to play. I want to prove I'm here I want the spirits ...

26 June, 2017

Kamiel Choi

bird, calm, death, halcyon

Poetry

On people who live on in our dreams

I dreamt that the late British American public intellectual Christopher Hitchens was walking next to me. He was bald, like in the last months of his life when he underwent chemotherapy, but appeared in excellent health and was obviously not aware of his impending death. The image was so vivid that I could see the ...

29 April, 2017

Kamiel Choi

death, dreaming, friendship, Hitchens, humanism, imagination, life

Essays, The good life

Miles Davis

Floating on the invisible surface of a sea I hear music playing on the coastline somewhere to my right. They are playing jazz. I know some time I was expected there but I move away from the shore towards the silent starless sky Everywhere on my left. The shore bends itself towards me. It gives ...

27 September, 2015

Kamiel Choi

death, jazz, Miles Davis

Poetry