Biography of Svetlana Kekova

On April 21, the photo was born: Valery Prokoshin, the king does not know where his people are, I cut down a silent mouth in the rock. The silent mouth looks like an ear. They saw a tree nearby - a recession and a recovery. Under the bark beetles, like a tongue in the mouth. And the language is the hearing organ. How many graves there are Bulgarian there, and the Pole and the Greek, their longing sucks or gnaws.

On the back of the mollusk there is a Mongol, and a verb burns over the sleeping heart - it is burning, but it cannot burn. I wash tears from the face of water, I kiss your traces again, your path in the air is dug. Bulgarian sleeps in the ground, and nearby Greek. I will soon master a direct speech, I will cry, as long as Herod reigns in Judea. I will know your father and I will not - mother, only I will hear her name.

God, apparently, deprived of the mind, the snow falls on the roof again. And in the fall of the snow, I hear the moan: “Where is the king, your staff and where is your throne, with whom do you share the bed today? Life goes like frost on the skin. We say goodbye, my angel. I have to go. In the east, where the yellow one sleeps, the body ate the sinful soul. And the soul, however, was old.

There was one bark from the trees and the mistress growing in it. The biography was born in Alexandrovsk-Sakhalinsky in the military family. From G. defended the candidate and doctoral “metamorphoses of the Christian code in the poetry of N. Zabolotsky and A. Tarkovsky”, the dissertation, and taught in various universities of Saratov. It was published in the Samizdat magazines of Leningrad "Clock", "Obvodny Canal" and Saratov "Counterpoint", with the city of the illegal books of poems.

Laureate of the Prize of the magazine "Banner", the small award named after Apollo Grigoryev, the Great Prize of the Moscow International Festival "Biennale of Poets" "Moscow -Transit" member of the Union of Russian Writers Svetlana Kekova, participant in international poetic festivals: "International Poetry" - Rotterdam, Holland; International Poetry Festival "Diversi RacConti" - Salerno Italy,; International Congress of Poets-St.

Petersburg,; I, II, III, IV Moscow International Festival of Poetry "Biennale of Poets"; International Festival of Poetry - London, Great Britain; The festival of Russian literature at the Frankfurt International Book Fair - Germany; Kyiv laurels - Ukraine; Poetry Festival in Novosibirsk -; Chichibabinsk readings - Kharkov Ukraine,, verses by Svetlana Kekova are translated into English, French, German, Italian, Dutch, Belgian, Serbian, Chinese and other languages.

The author of three literary books, as well as a number of articles dedicated to the work of poets-Obereites, N. Zabolotsky, A. Tarkovsky, V. Khodasevich, V. Nabokov, F. Dostoevsky, philosophers F. Stepun and S. Frank, and others. Direct speech is not only a writer, but any person can influence the existence of a language. Everything that we say does not disappear without a trace, does not dissolve in the air, it remains in a certain metaphysical space of the language.

A man dies, and everything that he said in his life is mysteriously in this space. The existence of a "linguistic personality" is one of the faces of immortality. And it also seems to me that there is a paradise of language and hell of the language. Paradise of the language is its connection with the logos. A person is called to the transformation, and the word that attracts and directs him to this with his bright energy is truly a word of paradise.

Unfortunately, we are all now immersed in the hell of the tongue to listen to the everyday language of the street: Failure, for example, now has become the norm not for the bottom of the social staircase. The task of any normal person, and even more so a person working with a word, is to confront this hell not to let him into his speech. From the answers to the questionnaire of the magazine "Banner", the prepositional case Svetlana Kekova knows that the word sounds in silence and comes from it.

Therefore, she breaks up: “It was a gift of silence is equal to the gift of speech ...” She writes best of all about what people are most silent about. That is, about what should not be talked about in vain. Andrey Aryev. When the Apollo Grigoryeva award, the poetics Kekova, speech, is held on the balance of two opposite feelings - strict subordination to the internal meaning of the world, but also the free soaring of the language in which we can talk about it.

She lives this nonlinear attitude, hence the main stylistic techniques that have grown naturally like plants. The first of them, of course, is a metaphor. The peculiarity of the metaphor in this poetic system is that the system itself is a continuous detailed metaphor.