And Yet the Books By Czeslaw Milosz - Los Angeles TimesAn image of the return of the native, of course, but also an image of someone drawing strength — the psychic, moral and physical strength of a great poet — from his home ground. The man with his arms around the trunk had needed all the strength he could muster to be able to stand alone for the previous half century, to be an exile, see his home country invaded, witness the Nazi occupation of Warsaw, the destruction of the ghetto, the doomed uprising of the Poles against the Germans and the eventual seizure of power by the communists. All of which formed a prelude to his year stint as a professor in the Slavic languages department of the University of California at Berkeley. Over a lifetime, memories of the old manor grounds and surrounding woods provided him with his own vision of the land of youth. He attended university in Vilnius and as a young man moved to Warsaw, where he survived the war, working in the underground resistance, publishing anti-Nazi poems and, in , writing "The World", one of the most bewitching sequences of the century.
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He was An artist of extraordinary intellectual energy, Mr. Milosz was also an essayist, literary translator and scholar of the first rank. Many of his fellow poets were in awe of his skills. Milosz with the Neustadt International Prize for Literature in , he said, ''I have no hesitation whatsoever in stating that Czeslaw Milosz in one of the greatest poets of our time, perhaps the greatest. Milosz was often described as a poet of memory and a poet of witness. Terrence Des Pres, writing in The Nation, said of him: ''In exile from a world which no longer exists, a witness to the Nazi devastation of Poland and the Soviet takeover of Eastern Europe, Milosz deals in his poetry with the central issues of our time: the impact of history upon moral being, the search for ways to survive spiritual ruin in a ruined world.
One year I decided that I would decorate one of my teaching rooms with my collection of P oems on the Underground posters that I had kept rolled up in a drawer for years. I had noticed that the gap between the top of the display boards and the ceiling was exactly the same width of the posters. My classroom became one long tube carriage. After a year or so the posters began to peel off the walls. I got a chair and went round the room poster by poster applying first extra Blu-tack and then double-backed Sellotape to adhere them to the walls. Another year went by. The posters continued to peel.
I love the physicality of books. I love feeling the paper, hefting the weight, stroking the spine, caressing the leather-bound covers. But what does this mean in the age of eBooks? Some one tried to convince me the other day that paper books were obsolete. I wanted to laugh.