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Sochi Delirium: Poems
Sochi Delirium: Poems
Sochi Delirium: Poems
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Sochi Delirium: Poems

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    Sochi Delirium - Vladimir Azarov

    Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

    Azarov, Vladimir, 1935-, author

    Sochi delirium : [poems] / Vladimir Azarov

    Issued in print and electronic formats.

    ISBN 978-1-55096-440-0 (pbk.).--ISBN 978-1-55096-441-7 (pdf).--

    ISBN 978-1-55096-443-1 (epub).--ISBN 978-1-55096-439-4 (mobi)

    I. Title.

    PS8601.Z37S62 2014 C811'.6 C2014-904194-2

    C2014-904195-0

    Copyright © Vladimir Azarov, 2014

    Published by Exile Editions Ltd ~ www.ExileEditions.com

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    Publication Copyright © Exile Editions, 2014. All rights reserved.

    Digital formatting by Michael Callaghan

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    We gratefully acknowledge the Canada Council for the Arts, the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund (CBF), the Ontario Arts Council–an agency of the Ontario Government, and the Ontario Media Development Corporation for their support toward our publishing activities.

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    Some like it hot, and this is for them.

    Formatting note:

    In the electronic versions of this book 

    blank pages that appear in the paperback 

    have been removed.

    Prologue

    ONE

    Heavy Night Air, Impending Rain

    TWO

    Some Like It Hot

    THREE

    Sochi Olympics? This Year?

    FOUR

    On a Sunny Day at the Abandoned Olympic Centre in Munich

    FIVE

    A Link Between Deeds

    SIX

    1972, My Great Soviet Epoch

    SEVEN

    Marilyn to Herself

    EIGHT

    A Pause in the Clock, Intermission 1

    NINE

    A Carousel, Kaleidoscopic Stream

    TEN

    Sweet Kowalczyk Says to Me

    ELEVEN

    Hey, Sochi Girl, I’ve a Proposal

    TWELVE

    I Was in Moscow Recently

    THIRTEEN

    Do Not Warm Me With Passion

    FOURTEEN

    A Pause in the Clock, Intermission 2

    FIFTEEN

    Sugar Hypnotic Near Me

    SIXTEEN

    Where Am I Now, Vladimir?

    SEVENTEEN

    Of Russian Culture!

    Epilogue

    The Author & His Books

    Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

    – WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

    Why did you travel?

    Because the house was cold—

    – MARK STRAND When he was

    PROLOGUE

    We cannot find real truths hidden in this darkness, in this trembling irrational reality, in this raw tangle of associations, hints, illusions and delusions.

    Even so, I have chosen a moment, a circle in TIME – one year, 1972 – as a point on which to play out my tilted dream of this real world.

    1972—

    My impression of actual waltzing kaleidoscopic events that year! Do these events connect? They are certainly connected in my brain. I’m a Muscovite in London on my first jail break from my home country, carefree among a gay, footloose crowd of U.K. hippies. Though a young architect, I am somewhat older than they but I feel my heart beating to the same rhythm of carefree silliness, silly laughter being its own way of transcending. And then, that giant of modern art – Henry Moore – appears before me in his estate garden close to London. Yes, 1972!

    The Olympics in Munich. A German friend, an architect, takes me some years later to a half-abandoned urban space during my German trip. Derelict and neglected. The sad, almost obliterated architectural landscape leads to a flashback of 1972 news, a tragic terrorist attack. Eleven young Israeli sportsmen killed. Sport and death. The ’36 Olympics. Leni Riefenstahl. Images revolve. In 1972, she’s still alive but she’s elsewhere, making a film, shooting an ocean

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