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  1. Александр Блок: Пушкинскому Дому (1921) read by David Grunwald

    03/28/2022

    Александр Блок: Пушкинскому Дому (1921) read by David Grunwald

    Пушкинскому Дому Имя Пушкинского Дома В Академии наук! Звук понятный и знакомый, Не пустой для сердца звук! Это — звоны ледохода На торжественной реке, Перекличка парохода С пароходом вдалеке, Это — древний Сфинкс, глядящий Вслед медлительной волне, Всадник бронзовый, летящий На недвижном скакуне. Наши страстные печали Над таинственной Невой, Как мы черный день встречали Белой ночью огневой. Что за пламенные дали Открывала нам река! Но не эти дни мы звали, А грядущие века. Пропуская дней гнетущих Кратковременный обман, Прозревали дней грядущих Сине-розовый туман. Пушкин! Тайную свободу Пели мы вослед тебе! Дай нам руку в непогоду, Помоги в немой борьбе! Не твоих ли звуков сладость Вдохновляла в те года? Не твоя ли, Пушкин, радость Окрыляла нас тогда? Вот зачем такой знакомый И родной для сердца звук Имя Пушкинского Дома В Академии наук. Вот зачем, в часы заката Уходя в ночную тьму, С белой площади Сената Тихо кланяюсь ему. 1921 г.

    5 min
  2. Alexander Blok's "On Pushkin House" (1921)

    03/28/2022

    Alexander Blok's "On Pushkin House" (1921)

    A recording of a newly translated Alexander Blok poem entitled "On Pushkin House" by David Grunwald.  This was Blok's last poem and it had special meaning because Blok delivered it on the date of Pushkin's death in 1837.

    3 min

  3. 12/31/2021

    Когда я гляжу на летящие листья (Цветаева)

    Марина Ивановна Цветаева (1892–1941 гг.) – знаменитая русская поэтесса, прозаик, переводчик, которая своим творчеством оставила яркий след в литературе XX века. В ее стихотворениях ярко выражена музыкальность, поскольку в детстве Цветаева обучалась игре на фортепиано.  Это одно из моих любимых стихотворений. Подробнее: https://obrazovaka.ru/alpha/t/cvetaeva-marina-ivanovna-tsvetaeva-marina-ivanovna Когда я гляжу на летящие листья, Слетающие на булыжный торец, Сметаемые — как художника кистью, Картину кончающего наконец, Я думаю (уж никому не по нраву Ни стан мой, ни весь мой задумчивый вид), Что явственно жёлтый, решительно ржавый Один такой лист на вершине — забыт. 20-е числа октября 1936

    2 min

  4. 12/19/2021

    Ernst Toller "Our Way" (English)

    Ernst Toller (1 December 1893 – 22 May 1939) was a German author, playwright, left-wing politician and revolutionary, known for his Expressionist plays. He served in 1919 for six days as President of the short-lived Bavarian Soviet Republic, after which he became the head of its army. He was imprisoned for five years for his part in the armed resistance by the Bavarian Soviet Republic to the central government in Berlin. While in prison Toller wrote several plays that gained him international renown. They were performed in London and New York as well as in Berlin. In 1933 Toller was exiled from Germany after the Nazis came to power. He did a lecture tour in 1936–1937 in the United States and Canada, settling in California for a while before going to New York. He joined other exiles there. He committed suicide in May 1939. Ernst Toller: The Playwright as Revolutionary (translated by David Grunwald) MUSIC  Jacqueline du Pre & Daniel Barenboim - Elgar Cello Concerto Edward Elgar's Cello Concerto in E minor, Op. 85, his last notable work, is a cornerstone of the solo cello repertoire. Elgar composed it in the aftermath of the First World War, when his music had already gone out of fashion with the concert-going public. In contrast with Elgar's earlier Violin Concerto, which is lyrical and passionate, the Cello Concerto is for the most part contemplative and elegiac.

    2 min

  5. 12/19/2021

    Ernst Toller "Unser Weg" 1919 (Deutsch)

    UNSER WEG Die Klöster sind verdorrt und haben ihren Sinn ver loren, Sirenen der Fabriken überschrillten Vesperklang, Und der Millionen trotziger Befreiungssang Verstummt nicht mehr vor klösterlichen Toren. Wo sind die Mönche, die den Pochenden zur Antwort geben: „Erlösung ist Askese weltenferner Stille ...“ — Ein Hungerschrei, ein diamantner Wille Wird an die Tore branden: „Gebt uns Leben!“ Wir foltern nicht die Leiber auf gezähnten Schragen, Wir haben andern Weg zur Welt gefunden, Uns sind nicht stammelndes Gebet die Stunden, Das Reich des Friedens wollen wir zur Erde tragen, Den Unterdrückten aller Länder Freiheit bringen — Wir müssen um das Sakrament der Erde ringen!

    2 min

  6. 12/18/2021

    Robert Bly "Snowfall in the Afternoon"

    A special reading of the last poem in Robert Bly's "Silence in the Snowy Fields" entitled Snowfall in the Afternoon.    Read along with the beautiful song Vieille chanson du jeune temps (Hugo) which speaks to the famous haunting song of the girl in Victor Hugo's "Last Day of a Condemned Man".  Please find the previously untranslated song of a human tragedy - a careful mixing of the genius of Bly and Hugo. The poems of Robert Bly are rooted deep in the earth. Snow and sunshine, barns and cornfields and cars on the empty nighttime roads, abandoned Minnesota lakes and the mood of America now--these are his materials. He sees and talks clearly: he uses no rhetoric nor mannered striving for effect, but instead the simple statement that in nine lines can embody a mood, reveal a profound truth, illuminate in an important way the inward and hidden life. This is a poet of the modern world, thoroughly aware of the complexities of the moment but equally mindful of the great stream of life--all life--of which mankind is only a part.

    1 min

  7. 12/18/2021

    Robert Bly "Old Boards" from Silence in the Snowy Fields (1961)

    A reading from Robert Bly's (1926-2021) first book of poetry Silence in the Snowy Fields (1962).  The poems of Robert Bly are rooted deep in the earth. Snow and sunshine, barns and cornfields and cars on the empty nighttime roads, abandoned Minnesota lakes and the mood of America now--these are his materials. He sees and talks clearly: he uses no rhetoric nor mannered striving for effect, but instead the simple statement that in nine lines can embody a mood, reveal a profound truth, illuminate in an important way the inward and hidden life. This is a poet of the modern world, thoroughly aware of the complexities of the moment but equally mindful of the great stream of life--all life--of which mankind is only a part. Bly's "Old Boards" reminds me of the life as a journey described in the "Book of Disquiet" written by Fernando Pessoa (1888–1935).  One of the entries reads "I'll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything."  Bly's unique lamentation is for life and its rejuvenative beauty, but a loss in the bargain.

    1 min

  8. 12/07/2021

    Robert Bly "Poem Against the Rich"

    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-bly Poem Against the Rich Each day I live, each day the sea of light Rises, I seem to see The tear inside the stone As if my eyes were gazing beneath the earth. The rich man in his read hat Cannot hear The weeping in the pueblos of the lily, Or the dark tears in the shacks of the corn. Each day the sea of light rises I hear the sad rustle of the darkened armies, Where each man weeps, and the plaintive Orisons of the stones. The stones bow as the saddened armies pass.

    1 min
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American poetry, history and contemporary thought.

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  • Creator
    David Grunwald
  • Years Active
    2021 - 2022
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    18
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