It’s “reading day”. I am reading blogs and Pushkin. He was hanging around as debris found under the sofa, a leftover from one of the random examples of humanity who pass through here.
Expect for his poetry I have never read Pushkin, probably because I don’t like vodka. For some reason, despite War and Peace being one of my all time favorites, I haven’t “gone Russian” lately.
I realize reading day is supposed to be about getting it together for finals. It’s also about free food and other random useless things which occur too far for me to bother traveling to on a day off.
So I read blogs, and Pushkin.
So far.…. Puskin wins.
Tonight we sit quietly around the apartment sipping random beverages and reminiscing.
“Chtob vse byli zdorovy”
Later.
Or very soon.
Pass me the Vodlka then.
If I were reading Pushkin I’d need it.
I ran away from Russian literature several years ago. I’m holding off on going back until my academic alcoholism kicks in.
Yea I’ve been missing my Pushkin, you sure you didn’t steal it from me when we were both in Maryland? That is the last place I saw it.
I was almost going to say “hugs” because if you are sitting around drinking vodka and reading Pushkin with a bunch of poets and musicians and that drama student roommate then you’re problems are vast.
I kid you and if that was my book, you could keep it. I bet it will be the first book you do not finish.
We get no day of reading or otherwise just right to exams and the professors run out as fast as they can.
Can’t post to my blog because I am so tired from reading all twenty eight comments on your last post.
Here’s my comment for that post:
“Gramma” was being a bitch. No one said it quite that way, so I’ll do it.
Here is my comment for this post.
Pushkin .….*shiver*.
Thought you said you weren’t crazy.
I’m really bad at reading blogs on a regular basis sometimes. The only time I really think to do it is when I’m writing a post myself. Otherwise, I never get the urge to. I suppose it’s one of those things where I figure “since I’m out anyway…” I need to get away from that habit because I tend to miss some amazing posts while I’m pretending to be too good for on-line literature.
I’ve been reading next to nothing in the last month. But in the last years I enjoyed Russian authors like Michael Bulgakov, Vladimir Voinovich and Vladimir Nabokov. A cool tip is the avant gard writer Daniel Charms — “The Old Woman” — Kafka with a (black) sense of humor: http://www.danielcharms.com/charms/plays/play31.html
My post yesterday was rather insipid. Pushkin would win over it anytime
I have been thinking that it’s time to put my blog out to pasture as blogging and reading blogs become an excuse not to really write
But I would miss so many wonderful people, I just don’t know
The question is will you think less of me if I tell you I have never read Pushkin and have no intention of doing so?
I prefer “very soon” and I do not like vodka either. Maybe that’s the problem.
Indie, isn’t Kafka Kafka with a black sense of humor?
Cooper, when’s graduation day, if I may ask?
I swear I answered most of these comments already.
John: No vodka here.
coyote: good idea.
G: I think you will handle it. I don’t see you as a Pushkin kind of guy but your increasingly insatiable quest for knowledge via literature — something which has increased enormously over the last four years did not really surprise me so one of these days I’m sure to find Pushkin lying on the sand next you your surfboard.
Casey: you can’t post to your blog because you are too lazy.…..take responsibility. Do not blame my comments.
Take responsibility.
I never said I wasn’t crazy.
mojo: I read them almost daily, I don’t always comment but I do read them.
You are a little on the elitist end of the literature scale.
inde: you have never steered me wrong. I miss you and will check that out.
Jacob: I’d never think less of you and I’m sure that developing a taste for vodka might help.
Doug: Officially next Thursday but I will attend an school specific event on the 7th and one on the 8th and be on my way to Maryland on the tenth.
Something G was always pissed off about was that I have several days for study. What you would call “reading day” we call “study days”. Four of them. They happen to follow a weekend which technically gives us almost a week of pure study days prior to finals.
I do not understand why all schools do not have this.
I might have read a poem or two (Pushkin), but never prose. I don’t intend to start now.
You should have just gone out and done some straight vodka if you wanted a dose of Russia. You’re not required to read every book someone leaves under your sofa.
Pushkin makes me cry.
No, having to read Pushkin made me cry.
I dread having to look under our sofa.
A number of years ago while rummaging thru the discard pile at Lamont Library, I came upon a 1946 hardcover Duddington translation of Pushkin’s “Captain’s Daughter and other stories.”
“Everyman, I will go with thee, and be thy guide, in thy most need to go by thy side.”
The book is “No. 898 in Everyman’s Library.”
I do not have book nos. 1 — 897.
The book remains my favorite. Captain’s Daughter’s remains my favorite love story, Mr. Darcy be damned.
Send me some vodka, please. And a bag of Doritos.