Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Broken Pastries
Broken Pastries
Broken Pastries
Ebook105 pages43 minutes

Broken Pastries

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 28, 2018
ISBN9781550964516
Broken Pastries

Read more from Vladimir Azarov

Related to Broken Pastries

Related ebooks

Poetry For You

View More

Related articles

Related categories

Reviews for Broken Pastries

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Broken Pastries - Vladimir Azarov

    Formatting note:

    In the electronic versions of this book

    blank pages that appear in the paperback

    have been removed.

    BROKEN PASTRIES

    Vladimir Azarov

    Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

    Azarov, Vladimir, 1935-, author

    Broken pastries / Vladimir Azarov.

    Poems.

    Issued in print and electronic formats.

    ISBN 978-1-55096-398-4 (pbk.).-- ISBN 978-1-55096-404-2 (pdf).--

    ISBN 978-1-55096-451-6 (epub).--ISBN 978-1-55096-450-9 (mobi)

    I. Title.

    PS8601.Z37B76 2014 C811'.6 C2014-900186-X / C2014-900187-8

    Copyright © Vladimir Azarov, 2014

    Cover Illustration copyright © Nina Bunjevac, 2014

    Published by Exile Editions Ltd ~ www.ExileEditions.com

    144483 Southgate Road 14 – GD, Holstein, Ontario, N0G 2A0

    PDF, ePUB and MOBI versions by Melissa Campos Mendivil

    Publication Copyright © Exile Editions, 2014. All rights reserved We gratefully acknowledge, for their support toward our publishing activities, the Canada Council for the Arts, the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund, the Ontario Arts Council, and the Ontario Media Development Corporation.

    Exile Editions eBooks are for personal use of the original buyer only. You may not modify, transmit, publish, participate in the transfer or sale of, reproduce, create derivative works from, distribute, perform, display, or in any way exploit, any of the content of this eBook, in whole or in part, without the expressed written consent of the publisher; to do so is an infringement of the copyright and other intellectual property laws. Any inquiries regarding publication rights, translation rights, or film rights – or if you consider this version to be a pirated copy – please contact us via e-mail at: info@exileeditions.com

    for my friends during the Thaw

    Contents

    Preface

    SONG I ~ EARLY MARCH

    SONG II ~ SHE KNOCKS

    SONG III ~ ALL OF US IN MOURNFUL ROWS

    SONG IV ~ THE THAW

    SONG V ~ AFTER GOING TO MY BED 

    SONG VI ~ LITTLE LAMB 

    SONG VII ~ INESSA ARMAND 

    SONG VIII ~ THE INSIDIOUS THAW 

    SONG IX ~ SHE, PERSISTENT MUSE 

    SONG X ~ LILI MARLENE

    SONG XI ~ SVETLANA 

    SONG XII ~ ALL OF MY LIBRARY 

    SONG XIII ~ NORTH STAR 

    SONG XIV ~ NO 

    SONG XV ~ YESTERDAY 

    SONG XVI ~ NIGHT, DARK 

    SONG XVII ~ I DO NOT BELONG 

    SONG XVIII ~ I DID NOT SLEEP 

    SONG XIX ~ I WAS BAPTIZED

    SONG XX ~ ELECTRICITY’S POLES 

    SONG XXI ~ SELF-PORTRAIT THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS

    SONG XXII ~ TITANIC 

    SONG XXIII ~ OF BROKEN PASTRIES BY SOUR GRAPES 

    SONG XXIV ~ OF NATIVITY 

    SONG XXV ~ BROKEN PASTRIES 

    SONG XXVI ~ BUS BERLIN-PARIS 

    SONG XXVII ~ GODOT 

    PREFACE

    At the beginning of my work with Exile Editions, I had no idea I would run into such interest in, and understanding of, my home country by Barry Callaghan, editor-in-chief and well-known writer, poet, and journalist. I read his book, HOGG The Seven Last Words; more than 150 pages of poems and notes devoted to Russian history and culture, focusing on the controversial and contentious Soviet period.

    I was stunned. I thought: there are themes here in this work that I should explore through stories from my childhood and youth in exile in Kazakhastan, stories that would say something fresh about that poisoned, naïve, numbing period, that time of materialistic nothingness that could have been cast in Dante’s darkest circle.

    I remembered Krushchev and the so-called Thaw, that sudden coming in 1956 of openness into our lives. March of that year had been bitterly cold. In school, ink had refused to write. On one such day, I heard a solemn radio voice accompanied by sorrowful music...Stalin had died. Then came Krushchev’s speech denouncing Stalin, and then the Thaw in our social

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1