Expiations, Kaleidoscopes, or What Death Wants From Us
Writing is a way of speaking with the dead–of continuing a conversation across time and space and corporeality. Poets don’t hide this. Eugenia Ginzburg wrote Alexander Blok into a poem to keep her company during solitary confinement in Stalin’s gulag. Blok managed to evade the guards’ detection, traveling into the cell on the ray of a memory. “Poetry, at least, they could not take away from me!” Eugenia wrote.
“Her death hurt you. Her suffering never did. If the lion is also the devil, unbutton your shirt and feed him.“