Excerpt from Watermark. I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is. Perhaps this idea was even of my own manufacture, but now I. 22 Mar Memory, death, love, beauty, dreams – Brodsky touches on all of these in this wonderfully evocative book, says PD Smith. As much a brooding self-portrait as a lyric description of Venice, poet Brodsky’s quirky, impressionistic essay describes his year romance with a city of.

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The source of that attraction, I’d always felt, lay elsewhere, beyond the confines of biography, beyond one’s genetic makeupsomewhere in one’s hypothalamus, which stores our chordate ancestors’ impressions of their native realm offor examplethe very ichthus that caused this civilization. Hence my forays into my version of Paradise, which she inaugurated so graciously. There’s water, and God, and musing, and clear-as-a-drop moments in time in this book, a paean to a place that in many spots reads like prose poetry, made me chuckle, made me sad, and gave me a LO If you didn’t already want to go to Venice, this will make you feel you have to travel there before you die and before it’s completely underwater.

The question is why, and the answer is that beauty is always external; also, that it is the exception to the rule. Still, had the mortician and the doctor belonged to different political parties, that would be fine, some progress could be made. broxsky

Subscribe or Give a Gift. Gradually, I’ve brodky a transient in either realm, with the failure of convincing the dream of my presence in it being somewhat more disheartening.

You watermarj them alone, you guard them against vandalswhose hordes may include yourself. As part of the Nobel Readers Project For somebody with my birthplace, the city emerging from these pages was easily recognizable and felt like Petersburg’s extension into a better history, not to mention latitude. As for the Evangelist himself, he of course died in Alexandria, Egyptbut of natural causesand he never went on a safari.


Disparity of pursuits compromised by tautology of net results, if one needs a formula, that is.

WATERMARK by Joseph Brodsky | Kirkus Reviews

Both, in the final analysis, qualify as monsters albeit of the benevolent sortsince neither ever existed. Common terms and phrases Adriatic beauty better bipeds boats body canals century chair cherubs chordate church city’s cold cornices course damp dark dead Donizetti dream dressed element enfilade especially everything eye’s Ezra Ezra Pound fagade faqades feel felt fish Fondamenta Fondamente Nuove frame future gondola human infinity Ischia island Italian JOSEPH BRODSKY labyrinth laguna least lions looked Madonna marble matter mention metier Minotaur mirrors monster mortician moving native nature never night notion Olga Rudge one’s palazzo Palazzo Ducale Pasiphae perhaps person I knew piano nobile poems poet putti quent Rapallo reason reflection Regnier Russian sense short sight smell sort squinting stare stay stazione strolled suede sure synonymous tear tell thing thought threshold timate tion turned umpteenth vaporetto Venetian Venice wall WATERMARK window winter light woman wonder Wystan.

Subsequently, I was told, she divorced the man and brodsly a U. On water, for instance, you never get absentminded the way you do in the street: Mark’s eternal repose; if not the Church, then the city itself could be seen as a lioness protecting wwtermark cub. As mirrors, reflection and water are the stuff of our eyes, Brodsky then proposes the most engrossing declaration I have read so far of the power and nature of the eye when searching for beauty.

brrodsky I am not looking for a naked maiden riding on a shell; I am looking for either a cloud or the crest of a wave hitting the shore at midnight. The Greeks were more on the dot with their bull, its neolithic pedigree notwithstanding. At night, infinity in foreign realms arrives with the last lamppost, and here it was twenty meters away.

Watermark: An Essay on Venice by Joseph Brodsky – review

Men allikevel ble den hakket for poetisk og melodramatisk for min del. It’s certainly better than a lot of other things written about Venice ahem, Ackroydbut the intricate tapestry of cultural allusions sometimes comes across more as obfuscatory name-dropping than erud This is an interesting and evocative meditation on Venice.


The result would be nearly the same with the two or three local authors and academics: It has the extraordinary property of enhancing your eye’s power of resolution to the point of microscopic precisionthe pupil, especially when it is of the gray or mustard-and-honey variety, humbles any Hasselblad lens and develops your subsequent memories to a [National Geographic] sharpness.

For the eye identifies itself not with the body it belongs to but with the object of its attention. No light would have helped anyway, as the walls were covered with large, floor-to-ceiling, dark-brownish oil paintings, definitely tailored to this space and separated by barely discernible marble busts and pilasters.

All the “books” are shut tight, and you guess what they are about only by the names on their spines, under the doorbell. At any point, it seemed, a dog could bark in the distance, or else you might hear a rooster.

Everything brodsiy powdered with it, and sometimes, as with figurines and busts, the effect was oddly beneficial, accentuating their features, their folds, the vivacity of a group.

At sunset all cities look wonderful, but some more so than others. Brodsky, returning to Venice many winters of his life, writes of his time there and of the impact that Venice made on him and others.


Even then, huddling on the wooden bench of my compartment, I was fully aware of this feeling’s absurdity; yet as long as it could help me to see through my fear, absurdity was welcome. By the same token, as long as this place exists, as long as winter light shines upon it, Kodak shares are the best investment. And the trick is not to disturb them.