This is the generation whose first cry of life was the Hungarian uprising.
Creativity is an unending exercise in uncertainty.
I grew up in the sort of cultural milieu that always regarded conversations about the political discourse as tremendously low-brow.
For darkness restores what light cannot repair.
In poetic thought, the role of the subconscious is played by euphony.
I was quite happy in Arkhangelsk.Subsequently, I was sent to a village. I liked it in its own way because it sounded to me very much like the tradition of a hired man in any world-class poem. That's what I was, a hired man. I was working for a collective farm.