Bulgarian poet and revolutionary
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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this image however represents me perfectly
I am a Russian/American artist on a Fulbright to Bulgaria. I grew up in the Soviet Union and emigrated to the US when I was 16. I am interested in Eastern Europe and the transition it has experienced in the past 20 years. The margins of this transition are the subject of my deepest interest.
I fell in love with Bulgaria when on an artists residency here in 2007. If the west is practical, the east is mystical and the magic of the east is deeply felt in the Bulgarian land and people.
I wanted быть и тут and there
За столом с водкой луком and black bread
Где все становятся kinder and gentler
И любят more and more
Я в середине Американец
And in the middle Русский патсан
Я коммунист и shameless self promoter
I can't go back
и не хочу
But want to принадлежать
Ты понимаеш?
Translation:
I wanted to be here and there
At the table with vodka, onions and black bread
Where everyone becomes kinder and gentler
And love more and more
I'm in the middle an American
And at the heart a Russian kid
I'm a communist and shameless self promoter
I can't go back
And don't want to
But want to belong
You understand?
I fell in love with Bulgaria when on an artists residency here in 2007. If the west is practical, the east is mystical and the magic of the east is deeply felt in the Bulgarian land and people.
I wanted быть и тут and there
За столом с водкой луком and black bread
Где все становятся kinder and gentler
И любят more and more
Я в середине Американец
And in the middle Русский патсан
Я коммунист и shameless self promoter
I can't go back
и не хочу
But want to принадлежать
Ты понимаеш?
Translation:
I wanted to be here and there
At the table with vodka, onions and black bread
Where everyone becomes kinder and gentler
And love more and more
I'm in the middle an American
And at the heart a Russian kid
I'm a communist and shameless self promoter
I can't go back
And don't want to
But want to belong
You understand?
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This Poem brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteIt says exactly what we transplants occasionally feel.
We want to belong -
I understand!