In Memoriam Dr. M. Benno Blumenthal |
1959 - 2018 |
With neither grimace nor maliciousness death chooses from its bulging catalogue the poet, not his words, however strong, but just - unfailingly - the poet's self. It has no use for thickets or for fields or seas in their high, bright magnificence. Death is a prodigal, it piles a horde of hearts upon a wisp of time. From Joseph Brodsky's "Verses on the Death of T.S. Eliot" (January 12, 1965) [Translated from the Russian by George L. Kline, The Russian Review, 27, No. 2(April 1968), pp. 195-198] |
Obituary from the International Research Institute for Climate and Society |
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