Who is Daniil Ivanovich Kharms

Daniil Ivanovich Kharms (Russian: Дании́л Ива́нович Хармс; 30 December [O.S. 17 December] 1905 – 2 February 1942) was an early Soviet-era Russian avant-gardist and absurdist poet, writer and dramatist.

Early years

Kharms was born as Daniil Yuvachev in St. Petersburg, into the family of Ivan Yuvachev, a member of the revolutionary group The People's Will. By the time of his son's birth, Ivan Yuvachev had already been imprisoned for his involvement in subversive acts against Tsar Alexander III and had become a philosopher.

Daniil invented the pseudonym Kharms while attending Saint Peter's School. While at Saint Peter's, he learned the rudiments of both English and German, and it may have been the English words "harm" and "charm" that h...
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Daniil Ivanovich Kharms Poems

  • An Evening Song To She Who Exists By My Name
    Daughter of the daughter of the daughters of the daughter Pe
    foreto the apple you ate of yee
    beguiling Adam's heights foreto you favorite daughter of the daughter of Pe
    being the Mother of the world and the world itself and the child of the world being ...
  • A Romance
    He looks at me with a madman's eyes -
    It's your house and porch I know so well.
    He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips -
    Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel. ...
  • Petrov And Kamarov
    Petrov: Hey, Kamarov, old chap!
    Let's catch a few of these gnats!
    Kamarov: No, I'm not yet up to that;
    We'd do better to catch some tom-cats!...
  • Foma Bobrov And His Spouse
    GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I supposed to put that? Just when you want one, there's never a five around. Oh, I could do with a five! Now it'll be the five. Oh, sod it, another king!

    She flings the cards on to the table with such force that a porcelain vase falls off the table and smashes.
    ...
  • Sleep Teases A Man
    Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
    He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.
    Markov was tormented for quite some time, not knowing what to do: should he sleep or should he liven himself up? Finally, exhausted and thoroughly sick of himself and his room, Markov put on his coat and hat, took his walking cane and went out on to the street. The fresh breeze calmed Makarov down, he became rather more at one with himself and felt like going back home to his room.
    Upon going into his room, he experienced an agreeable bodily fatigue and felt like sleeping. But, as soon as he lay down on the divan and closed his eyes, his sleepiness instantly evaporated. ...
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Garsshortreads: 32. the old woman, daniil ivanovich kharms. oh sod off, daniil ivanovich kharms. do the work.
Jagorees: the red-haired man by- daniil ivanovich kharms there was a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears. neither did he have any hair, so he was called red-haired theoretically. he couldn't speak, since he didn't have a mouth. neither did he have a nose. ++
Fromashes11: daniil kharms was born daniil ivanovich iuvachev in st. petersburg. his father was a former member of the “people's will” (narodnaya volya) revolutionary organization. he spent some time in prison in 1883, after coming out he was a pacifist and religious. he sent his books... 1/4
Maccathehack: 'what time is it?' 'look for yourself,' the old woman says to me. i look, and i see the clock has no hands. 'there are no hands,' i say. the old woman looks at the clock face and says to me, 'it's a quarter to three' the old woman, daniil ivanovich kharms
Literaryclock: the old woman looks at the clock face and says to me, 'it's a quarter to three.' the old woman daniil ivanovich kharms
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Psalm 119 Part 10
 by Isaac Watts

Pleading the promises.

ver. 38,49

Behold thy waiting servant, Lord,
Devoted to thy fear;
Remember and confirm thy word,
For all my hopes are there.
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