I believe that I will come back, poets always come back, in flesh or on paper.People have grown out of the strongest one being right, there are too many weak people in the world. The only thing that's right is kindness. Nobody wins from evil, anger or hatred, even if you call them righteous. The conditions of existence are too difficult. Don't complicate them even more. We are all condemned to the same thing. To death.布罗茨基的文字对我的美学震慑和共鸣感常让我想从头抄到尾。这部传记电影里出现的诗句也不例外。电影本身的艺术手法奇幻，除热内外，让我联想到前苏联风格捷克动画鼹鼠的故事。升上天空的星空星座，从地上升起在天空合奏的交响乐器，反复出现的写作的猫。"What is a cat? A reduced lion right? Like we are reduced christions."影片前半段童年时期，做摄影师的父亲对他在艺术修养上的影响，和母亲的头痛。他们在斯大林时代失去了财产、安全和尊严，搬去彼得堡那段引用了阿赫玛托娃的诗 “My parents took me in a carriage to watch this house being built, everyone thought it would be the most beautiful building in St.Petersburg.” 建筑本身是沙皇时代遗留下来的辉煌遗迹，西方化的俄罗斯精神传统的化石，隔成无数个隔间之后，成为苏维埃公民的集体宿舍，一种我们都很熟悉的公共生活的图景。最被触动还是结尾。布罗茨基与父母亲像过去那样坐在桌边，久别追溯近况般随口问道“So how did die?” 这才把观众拉回现实原来这回到祖国的伤感旅行都是虚幻。当时我正在看电视，跟现在差不多，正在转播花样滑冰比赛，突然椅子“啪”地一声，我晃了一下，就这么死了。你害怕吗？一点都不怕。我整天想吃鸡，但没人会做，你妈妈已经……How did you die？他转向母亲。我被查出有胃溃疡，他们送我去基斯洛夫茨克，有病都送去那里，结果不是胃溃疡。她转向他：我生气的不是这个，那些钱是我存下来去看你的，我在火车站排队买票的时候，钱包被偷了。只能像邻居借钱。你能够还上吗？他还的。母亲笑笑指着父亲。在我死以后。How did you die? 父母亲转向他。他叉子上还插着一块腌黄瓜，愣在半空中说不出话。Did I die?Since you are here talking to us.影片之外的布罗茨基死在了他的56岁，在睡梦中突发心脏病去世，死在纽约，远离那片他出生成长，爱着恨着的土地。显得远远不足够的年纪，却已经逝世20年，常常想若先生还活着不过也才76岁。只是像他自己说的，诗人总会回去，肉体的，或乘着诗句在纸上归来。电影的最后他乘车离开那已成废墟的家，最后凝望这片土地，旁白是诗，还是抄下来：may i not have to die far from you, far awayin the mountains of doves, imitating the bow-legged boyMay you also not have to, rushing the clouds alongsee my tears and my pitful grief in the darklet the service for me be by choir of water and skyand the granite will swallow and hug me remembering my stepslet the burial service be read and me, the fugitive, be sained byyour immovable glory on earth on a white nightIn the silence around only the black towboat will screamIn the middle of river, in itsdesperate fight against darknessAnd the flying night will betroth this miserable lifewith your beauty and with my posthumous rightness.
