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‘In a Soviet Gulag’ by Evan Mantyk: Read by Andrew Benson Brown
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Margaret, thank you! I appreciate how detailed your reading is (and that you picked up on the cor ad cor…
Thank you Paul!
D.R., thank you for reading! I love that image as well, the phrase used for sleep in the Genesis passage…
Thank you for the kind words!
Jeff, this is one of those perfectly attuned poems comparing the seemingly far off tides with life.
Ha ha ha – fabulous poem and fabulous reading: love it!
Evan, I remember enjoying the irony of this poem back when you first posted it and sharing it with some of my students at the university where I teach. It reminded me of classic incidents from Russian literature and history. Not to mention the way that the tides of favor have turned so quickly in affairs of state and politics throughout history.
It was said as long ago as the time of the French Revolution, and has been infallibly true:
“The Revolution, like Saturn, eats its own children.”
Great poem with perfect insight! The Siberian Gulags transliterated Glavnoye Upravleniy, LAGerey (Chief or Main Adminisgtration of Lagers or Camps) were grim primitive facilities on the tundra where political opponents, identified as anyone saying anything, or reputed to have said anything against the communist state, party, or elites was sent. When Gorbachev opened at least some of the books, it substantiated the estimates that more than 10 million died in those slave labor camps established under Stalin. When Russia opened up, I was the first US Foreign Commercial Officer at the Consulate in Vladivostok in 1993. Our territory essentially was Siberia and related regions the size of the continental US. I was able to travel to Magadan, among other places formerly off limits to Americans. Magadan was the most feared and frigid outpost of the Soviet Gulag system located on the Sea of Okhotsk. Temperatures often reached -50 degrees in winter. Pardon me, but I thought I would provide some insight for those not acquainted with the Gulags.
The things you must have seen, Roy!
I wrote a book about my experiences in the Russian Far East. Link:
https://www.amazon.com/Russian-Bears-American-Affairs-Commercial/dp/1720629056/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1CZ5KZCMWBV0W&keywords=Russian+Bears+American+Affairs&qid=1684797704&s=books&sprefix=russian+bears+american+affairs%2Cstripbooks%2C299&sr=1-1. I have also written other books about my experiences as a Russian Foreign Area Officer attaché in Moscow and Commander, Portal Monitoring, Votkinsk.
Great stuff!
Great poem!
Nicely written, nicely read.
For once, Paul, I agree with you 100%.
This is wonderful! These superb readings elevate superb poems to greater heights! Thank you!
I enjoyed this poem and the reading of it.
Thanks for appreciative comments, all. I chose this poem not because it’s necessarily Evan’s best, but to promote the contents of the latest journal…but then when I recorded it I forgot to promote the journal at the end! Also neglected to add a bit of context about Lazar Kaganovich–he actually lived to be almost 100, and while he fell out of favor after Stalin’s death I don’t think he did a stint in the Gulags (though other officials ended up there–could almost substitute any name).
A bit infuriating that Kaganovich spent a significant proportion of his waking hours signing death warrants, had tens of thousands executed, caused a horrible famine by implementing an idiotic collective agriculture policy, but himself lived until just a few months before the Soviet Union fell. Men like him are what Hell is for.