Frases de Joseph Brodsky
Data de nascimento: 24. Maio 1940
Data de falecimento: 28. Janeiro 1996
Outros nomes:Brodskiy Iosif Aleksandrovich,జోసెఫ్ బ్రాడ్స్కీ
Joseph Brodsky, pseudônimo de Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky foi um poeta russo naturalizado estadunidense.
Brodsky entrou em conflito com as autoridades soviéticas e foi expulso da União Soviética em 1972, estabelecendo-se nos Estados Unidos com a ajuda de W. H. Auden e de outros escritores. Ele ensinou, posteriormente em universidades, incluindo a de Yale, Cambridge e Michigan.
Foi agraciado com o Nobel de Literatura de 1987.
Citações Joseph Brodsky
„When hit by boredom, let yourself be crushed by it; submerge, hit bottom. In general, with things unpleasant, the rule is: The sooner you hit bottom, the faster you surface. The idea here is to exact a full look at the worst. The reason boredom deserves such scrutiny is that it represents pure, undiluted time in all its repetitive, redundant, monotonous splendor.
Boredom is your window on the properties of time that one tends to ignore to the likely peril of one's mental equilibrium. It is your window on time's infinity. Once this window opens, don't try to shut it; on the contrary, throw it wide open.“
„Try not to pay attention to those who will try to make life miserable for you. There will be a lot of those--in the official capacity as well as the self-appointed. Suffer them if you can’t escape them, but once you have steered clear of them, give them the shortest shrift possible. Above all, try to avoid telling stories about the unjust treatment you received at their hands; avoid it no matter how receptive your audience may be. Tales of this sort extend the existence of your antagonists....“
„... boredom speaks the language of time, and it is to teach you the most valuable lesson in your life--... the lesson of your utter insignificance. It is valuable to you, as well as to those you are to rub shoulders with. 'You are finite,' time tells you in a voice of boredom, 'and whatever you do is, from my point of view, futile.' As music to your ears, this, of course, may not count; yet the sense of futility, of limited significance even of your best, most ardent actions is better than the illusion of their consequence and the attendant self-satisfaction.“
— Joseph Brodsky, On Grief and Reason: Essays