Question

write a poem on the Russian revolution

Answer 1

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“In this anthology, Boris Dralyuk attempts a bold thing: to confirm us within the belly of the beast, to push us up against its heartbeat, all the while challenging the received notion that the Russian Revolution produced little literary art of lasting value in its early years. … The entries in 1917, all well translated and some brilliantly so, are revolutionary not so much in their form (difficult to convey in English, which has nothing like the Russian language’s sensitivity to a departure from poetic tradition) as in their impatience with the processes of time… Dralyuk has assembled a high-pressure book of crisis writings by authors caught strutting as actors on the world stage. His backstories and biographies permit the reader to relax in the interstices between texts, reassured that each witness had an entrance, an exit, and played many parts — even though this book is confined to showing only one of those parts in only one of each actor’s seven ages.” — Caryl Emerson, Times Literary

Answer 2

Explanation:

In this anthology, Boris Dralyuk attempts a bold thing: to confirm us within the belly of the beast, to push us up against its heartbeat, all the while challenging the received notion that the Russian Revolution produced little literary art of lasting value in its early years. … The entries in 1917, all well translated and some brilliantly so, are revolutionary not so much in their form (difficult to convey in English, which has nothing like the Russian language’s sensitivity to a departure from poetic tradition) as in their impatience with the processes of time… Dralyuk has assembled a high-pressure book of crisis writings by authors caught strutting as actors on the world stage. His backstories and biographies permit the reader to relax in the interstices between texts, reassured that each witness had an entrance, an exit, and played many parts — even though this book is confined to showing only one of those parts in only one of each actor’s seven ages.” — Caryl Emerson, Times Literary