"a breathtaking total immersion job…" — Anne Waldman
Excerptfrom St. Petersburg Details
“No democracy – dermocracy,” says taxi driver friend of Marisa Fushille of American Center, Moscow. Derm in Russian means “shit.”
Social services broken down. Pensions lost. Old ladies without pensions make living as museum guards. Old folks stand on sidewalks of major thoroughfares singing the Internationale, raising Stalin banners high.
Peter’s trashy streets. Morning after Graduation Day of All the Russias in St. Pete teams of women with whisk brooms tied with red rags sweep up cigarette butts from cracks in pavements, plastic vodka bottles from Palace Square.
Dostoyevsky in “White Nights”––how life in St. Petersburg is “that life which is a mixture of something purely fantastic, something fervently ideal, and at the same time (alas!), something frightfully prosaic and ordinary, not to say incredibly vulgar.” ...
St. Petersburg’s yellow, blue & white or plain white facades must be repainted every ten years. Good town for house painters. A team repaints the black enamel railing of the horse-tamers bridge (Fontanka). At Catherine Palace in Tsarskoe Selo, the stucco Titans at the rear were originally gold leaf; the leaf fell off after a single winter. Gold leaf on stucco no good in this climate, if any. Now they are painted a horrid shit yellow. Putin asked the Director what would it cost to re-gild the statues. “I have no idea! It is impracticable!” “Come on, you know these things!” “Millions––but . . .!” Days later, Putin calls with a plan: cover the Titans with form-fitting titanium sheathing and put gold leaf on that. Putin is serious; it might get done.
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Invisible Oligarchs is a breathtaking total immersion job! Delightful to be with the ever curious studious erudite Berkson who sweeps us along as guide, as envoi, as paramount poet invading Russia with panache, armed with the ghosts of Pushkin, Balanchine, Mayakovsky, and a cast of so many others. A wonderful docu-mini-epic with book lists, ancestries, politics, memorabilia, correspondence, photos to boot, and most of all the kinetic minute-to-minute jottings of a restless “on” consciousness. “In the mind of the poet, all times are contemporaneous”, Ezra Pound quipped and it’s true. Buy this guide to St Petersburg and get on board.—Anne Waldman
An intrepid Gautier for our modern age, Bill Berkson is a man of all countries. Whenever he is traveling I imagine his open notebook, his quips and snippets fusing into wire and lights through a sheer, deft phrasing. There is a sharpness to his gaze that penetrates to the core of art matter. Invisible Oligarchs is another station on his improbable journey through contemporary air. His agency is total and still somehow contained. In his travels, no lack of yen can keep him from the temple of his choice, no lack of can opener will keep him from the soup, he is already inside making plans for tomorrow. Bill is among the greatest soldiers poetry has produced, leaving no man or woman behind, no jewels unturned. The pull of his rhythms will haunt your mind. If Bill had been Russian, he would have discovered America. Instead he funneled the rest of our universe into his poetry.—Cedar Sigo