“In his youth, he worked in a factory, though everyone said he looked more like a professor of classical languages than a factory worker. He walked to work as if moving under water. He was a beautiful man with a slender body which moved in a mixture of grace and sharp geometrical precision. His face had an imprint of laugher on it, as if no other emotion ever touched his skin. Even in his fifties, the nineteen-year-old girls winked at him in trains or trolley-busses, asking for his phone number. Seven years after his death, I saw Celan in his house slippers dancing alone in his bedroom, humming step over step. He did not mind being a character in my stories in a language he never learned. That night, I saw him sitting on a rooftop, searching for Venus, reciting Brodsky to himself. He asked if his past existed at all.”
— Ilya Kaminsky on Paul Celan in “Traveling Musicians”
Paul Celan (1920 – 1970) was a Romanian poet and translator becoming one of the major German-language poets of the post-World War II era.
Poet Ilya Kaminsky was born in the former Soviet Union city of Odessa. He lost most of his hearing at the age of four after a doctor misdiagnosed mumps as a cold, and his family was granted political asylum by the United States in 1993, settling in Rochester, New York. After his father’s death in 1994, Kaminsky began to write poems in English: “I chose English because no one in my family or friends knew it—no one I spoke to could read what I wrote. I myself did not know the language. It was a parallel reality, an insanely beautiful freedom. It still is.”
Image Credit. Quote Credit: ounu via Schonwieder. Bios: Wiki and Poetry Foundation.
“That night, I saw him sitting on a rooftop, searching for Venus….” This transports me.
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The entire passage had me drifting… “His face had an imprint of laugher on it, as if no other emotion ever touched his skin. “
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Another lovely passage. Superb choice all the way around, my friend…. 🙂
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Players who play and levels I can’t even aspire to. I look up in wonder.
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P.S. *This* is the way I aspire to write…
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This was a gift to read this morning…the imagery will tiptoe around my mind all day..
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And it’s still with me Mimi, two days later.
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what an huge footprint made by a man who stepped with such lightness.
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Yes…un-erasable one at that
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Thanks for the lead-in, Dave – heading over to the local library now…
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My pleasure Jeff. Have a good weekend.
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Beautiful.
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It is, thank you.
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Its fascinating to me that Kaminsky is a lawyer.
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Wow. I wouldn’t have bet that. Fascinating to me too…
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