thesilkroadtoday
Yesterday we remembered Konstantin Alexandrovich Kedrov. This great poet has not been with us for half a year.
When a poet who discovered the laws of the poetic universe and stepped into this shining sea of the star alphabet dies, the world loses its balance.
Reality is trembling, like a cloth from under which the foundation has been torn out, the shaft that actually holds this canvas of meaning has been torn from its hands.
I feel Konstantin Kedrov’s departure as a test for existence itself: what would it be like to be left without a conductor of silence, someone who expanded the boundaries of pure reason to a poetic cosmos, without its metametaphora, as instructions for salvation in a world where everything divides and splits, and he returned and returned its wholeness, where man is not separable from the sky, and the sky from man, where there is no tree separate from the earth, the earth separate from the sky, the sky separate from space, space separate from man? Konstantin Alexandrovich left a huge legacy, entrusted us with the keys to the portal through which you can look at the world through the eyes of the universe itself and gain the vision of a man of the Universe.
Sincerely, Margarita Al
