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<\/a>Osip Mandelstam<\/p><\/div>\n
Last December I posted the opening of Paul Celan’s radio-essay on Osip Mandelstam \u2014 which you can read here<\/a> \u2014 and earlier still some the notes Celan wrote when composing the radio-essay \u2014 which you can read here<\/a>. Both come from the German variorum edition of Der Meridian<\/em>, the translation of which I am finally completing these days & which should come out next year from Stanford University Press. Here now, another extract of that radio-essay \u2014 to be published in its entirety in the forthcoming issue of Mantis magazine.<\/p>\n 1. Speaker<\/strong>: In 1922, five years after the October revolution, “Tristia,” Mandelstam’s second volume of poems comes out.<\/p>\n The poet – the man for whom language is everything, origin and fate – is in exile with his language, “among the Scythians.” “He has” – and the whole cycle is tuned to this, the first line of the title poem – “he has learned to take leave – a science”.<\/p>\n Mandelstam, like most Russian poets – like Blok, Bryusov, Bely, Khlebnikov, Mayakovsky, Esenin- welcomed the revolution. His socialism is a socialism with an ethico-religious stamp; it comes via Herzen, Mihkaylovsky, Kropotkin. It is not by chance that in the years before the revolution the poet was involved with the writings of the Chaadaevs, Leontievs, Rozanovs and Gershenzons. Politically he is close to the party of the Left Social Revolutionaries. For him – and this evinces a chiliastic character particular to Russian thought\u00a0 – revolution is the dawn of the other, the uprising of those below, the exaltation of the creature – an upheaval of downright cosmic proportions. It unhinges the world.<\/p>\n 2. Speaker:<\/strong><\/p>\n Let us praise the freedom dawning here The yoke of fate, brothers, sing it There, battle-ready, the phalanx – there, the swallows! Well, we’ll try it: turn that rudder around! Last December I posted the opening of Paul Celan’s radio-essay on Osip Mandelstam \u2014 which you can read here \u2014 and earlier still some the notes Celan wrote when composing the radio-essay \u2014 which...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[83,103],"tags":[278,583,1730],"class_list":["post-1443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-paul-celan","category-translation","tag-der-meridian","tag-osip-mandelstam","tag-paul-celan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1443","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1443"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1443\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthis great, this dawn-year.
\nSubmerged, the great forest of creels
\ninto waternights, as none had been.
\nInto darkness, deaf and dense you reel,
\nyou, people, you: sun-and-tribunal.<\/p>\n
\nwhich he who leads the people carries in tears.
\nThe yoke of power and darkenings,
\nthe burden that throws us to the ground.
\nWho, oh time, has a heart, hears with it, understands:
\nhe hears your ship, time, that founders.<\/p>\n
\nWe linked them together, and – you see it:
\nThe sun – invisible. The elements, all
\nalive, bird-voiced, underway.
\nThe net, the dusk: dense. Nothing glimmers.
\nThe sun – invisible. The earth swims.<\/p>\n
\nIt grates, it grinds, you leftists – come on, rip it around!
\nThe earth swims. You men, take courage, once more!
\nWe plough the seas, we break up the seas.
\nAnd to think, Lethe, even when your frost pierces us:
\nTo us earth was worth ten heavens.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"