Two Poems by Dmitri Volchek

BOMB 17 Fall 1986
017 Fall 1986
​Jacki Ochs 01

Jacki Ochs, Beach, Leningrad, 1985.

Love for Captain B.

twinkling firmament of the sunflowers

god don’t tell me
they’ll take my room away and send me
to rummage through the frenzied squares
and fishes
that is the comfort of illusions
when the immature consciousness ripples
bottle glass underfoot
there’s nothing to say about the simplicity
of a drinking glass

long ago he was destroyed by hysterics

here even feathers smell like scales

once in the morning
in a dark corridor
sweater in hand

coming toward me
the greeen-eyed-drunk captain

listen D! you recognize the smell?
he: fish I think

and he buried his face in my sweater
an instant of blissful impotence

so the wind blows form the shore

​Jacki Ochs 02

Jacki Ochs, Soviet Artists, (left to right) Gustav, unidentified woman, Timur Novokov, Radion Tolya, Sergei Bugayev (Afrika).


amid the fabled inks a double-breasted eye opening wide
the screech of chalk in the prison cell—but what
a splash from the final lilac stamp

“we gave ten years”—I quote—
“for this very paper,” carefully
he smoothed it out and showed it

delighting by the crinkling I left
the pigeons were wheezing on the street stood
the almost disobedient master of the changes
unable to decipher repentance

just as the cooling candle wax hardens
so the voice turns into a pine

Jacki Ochs 03

Jacki Ochs, Kitchen Cabinets in a Communal Apartment, Leningrad, 1985.

Dmitrii Volchek is one of the younger Leningrad poets. His work has appeared in unofficial publications and he is a member of Club-81.

Three Poems by Viktor Krivulin
Sergei Bugayev (Afrika), Untitled, circa 1984.
Polina Barskova by Michael Juliani
Polina Barskova Bomb 1

“I’m interested in subterranean culture that says ‘I will trick you’ to official culture, ‘I will play you.’”

Maria Stepanova’s In Memory of Memory by Ali Hassani
Step White

Somewhere in post-Soviet Moscow, the narrator of Maria Stepanova’s In Memory of Memory rummages through the apartment of her recently deceased aunt and comes across a collection of family photographs, some over a century old.

Peter Brook and Marie-Hélène Estienne’s Why? by Maria Litvan
Tfana Why 7

“I can take any empty space and call it a bare stage. A man walks across this empty space whilst someone else is watching him, and this is all that is needed for an act of theatre to be engaged.”

Originally published in

BOMB 17, Fall 1986

Spalding Gray, Angela Carter, Rodion Zaveriyayev, and Joan Mitchell.

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017 Fall 1986