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PETER BRAATEN, Norwegian official, on three unarmed Polish researchers, stranded for 15 hours on a remote Arctic island and surrounded by hungry polar bears before being rescued by helicopter...
...could have been invented for Eduard Bersudsky. In 1958, as a bored Jewish student in Leningrad, his flippant offer to do his work placement "as far away as possible" earned him a lesson on how far that could be in the Soviet Union: a coal mine in Russia's Arctic north and an army call-up. A stammerer since childhood, Bersudsky was bullied by his colleagues, and he finally stopped speaking entirely...
...could have been invented for Eduard Bersudsky. In 1958, as a bored Jewish student in Leningrad, his flippant offer to do his work placement "as far away as possible" earned him a lesson on how far that could be in the Soviet Union: a coal mine in Russia 's Arctic north and an army call-up. A stammerer since childhood, Bersudsky was bullied by his colleagues, and he finally stopped speaking entirely. At the Sharmanka gallery in Glasgow, Scotland, Bersudsky now exhibits 3-D expressions of his inner torments and the life he led as an artistic outcast after...
...Minsk By Lavinia Greenlaw Reading Minsk is like stumbling on the tribal songs of some as-yet-undocumented Arctic people: "Here, the bedrock is older than life/ on earth. It carries no trace of death,/ no methane or anthracite, nothing to burn." Greenlaw's poems are dreams of travel and longing for home. They have the clarity and purity one associates with cold air - which makes her rare outbursts of joy and heat and light all the more dazzling. Overlord By Jorie Graham "This morning before dawn no stars I try again." In Overlord - the title comes from the Allied...
Reading Minsk is like stumbling on the tribal songs of some as-yet-undocumented Arctic people: "Here, the bedrock is older than life/ on earth. It carries no trace of death,/ no methane or anthracite, nothing to burn." Greenlaw's poems are dreams of travel and longing for home. They have the clarity and purity one associates with cold air--which makes her rare outbursts of joy and heat and light all the more dazzling...