"Ilya Kaminsky on Dissent, War, and Resistance"
"A friend from Kyiv writes about spending whole nights in subway stations—which are being used as bomb shelters—reciting poems to herself and those around her to keep sane. When she grows tired, she starts translating those poems into other languages, just as a way to keep going. You know how critics in the West often ask whether poetry matters? I now realize that the only valid response to this question is: Do such critics matter?"
via ATLANTA MAGAZINE |
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