6 May 2010. Bright morning after gloomy afternoon. But is any afternoon truly gloomy? Lermontov, for example--po ugryumomu lyesu--through a dark woods...
As with Auden, in the downtown apartment--Manhattan--a mad exile, repository of wisdom... Brimming...
Social history of the cigarette--in it's commercial form. Of the Russian kind--papirosy--tabac set off by a paper tube, squeezed between thumb and first finger, first in one direction then the other--a kind of Volga filter. Truck driver's head, leaning out window of cab, on a Siberian road, in a storm...papiros...
Or Galich (an acronymn)...scene at table, younger people close around, listening, smiling at his words...
Becomes a poem...
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