Word: evtushenkos
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...clear and warm; Tell me-it's true that Spring is here?" THIS old Russian poem, remembered in rough translation through the years since his childhood in Moscow, inspired Cover Artist Boris Chaliapin to create the background for this week's cover portrait of Soviet Poet Evgeny Evtushenko. And it was, in another sense, a search for the answer to the question "Is spring really there?" that prompted TIME to set out on a cover story about Russia's new generation...
With Moscow's cultural commissars still smarting from his poetic onslaught on Soviet anti-Semitism (TIME, Nov. 3), Russia's indomitable Evgeny Evtushenko, 28, stirred up a new hullaballoo by rebuffing the lionization of the young intelligentiki and flatly denying that his outspokenness made him "a brave man." Wrote Evtushenko in Russia's Literaturnaya Gazeta (Kiev edition only...
...Pygmy Cosmopolitan." Moscow's biggest literary furor in months was prompted by another Evtushenko poem, Bdbiy Yar, named for a ravine near Kiev where the Nazis massacred 52,000 Jews. In a moving lament that was also a call to resist the anti-Semitism of Khrushchev's Russia, Poet Evtushenko-who is not Jewish-mourned...
...retaliation for this "insult" to the Soviet people, Evtushenko was berated as a "pygmy cosmopolitan." Last month, more than 5,000 young Muscovites showed their feeling by packing around the statue of Poet Vladimir Mayakovsky. chanting: "We want Evtushenko." Their hero mounted to an improvised platform and read a poem, You Can Call Me a Communist, but which pointedly declares: "I will remain firm to the end and never become an unctuous bootlicker...
...young writers, censure in such ossified Party organs as Life and Literature can be as big a boost as being banned in Boston. Since Evtushenko and the few other desk-drawer poets lucky enough to achieve publication are seldom permitted editions of more than a few thousand, their works are mostly transmitted verbally or copied from furtive, short-lived poetry magazines with names such as Cocktail and Boomerang. In Moscow and Leningrad, there are hundreds of unpublishable poets who advertise their calling by aping scruffy U.S. beatniks down to dirty dungarees, unkempt beards, and unfathomable doggerel...