Lisa Novikova. Books for the week from 14.02.
In the late seventies, Elena Schwartz called her creations “simple poems.” Now, as we see, it is “savage writing”. What has changed? Absolutely nothing. As literary scholars would say, the search for light in the tragedy of existence: “I swear before the terrible / Black candle, / That I have always sought God, / And the darkness whispered to me: hot!” For Schwartz, a person is a “thinking wound” ; in the real world, only death awaits him.