Joseph Brodsky Was a Magician

Joseph Brodsky Was a Magician

I have always maintained that Joseph Brodsky carefully concealed the fact that, under the guise of a poet, a father had entered the world.
That is to say, I mean that he — J.B. — was an ancient soul, one that had lived through many incarnations, possibly even having been the father of Jesus Christ in one of them.
“…and in the evening crowd of Bethlehem no one will recognize You:
perhaps someone lit the fuzz upon his lip with a match,
or in haste struck a spark from an electric train
there, where Herod raised his bloody hands,
and the city, out of fear, was stamped from tin;
or perhaps the halo flickered on — small in diameter —
for centuries in an unsightly stairwell.”
— Joseph Brodsky
1969–1970
This is direct and concrete confirmation from Joseph himself that someone — perhaps higher powers — spoke to him in a dream; that he heard a voice. It is obvious that ordinary people do not receive information in such a specific form while asleep.
I have always maintained that Joseph was a magician. I have written about this repeatedly, as I have studied his biography all my life.
— G.
“I awoke drenched in sweat: a voice came to me —
‘It’s not always Shrovetide for the cat,’ it said.
‘There will be Great Lent,’ it declared.
‘They’ll pinch your tail yet.’
That would wake anyone.”
— Joseph Brodsky
1969