'poetry will not end with the world'

the late russian poet boris ryzhy was a voice of the collapse of the soviet union.  he was raised, lived & worked in the industrial city of yekaterinburg [sverdlovsk (name of the city during the era of the soviet union)].  he trained & worked as a geologist. ryzhy's poems are the stuff of life as a young person during the time of perestroika.  his poems of gangsters, crime, love, & life in a gritty industrial russian city resonated with a great many readers of poetry.  ryzhy was awarded an anti-booker prize.  his is a poetry of romantic unease.  a poetry of collapse, as well as love.  unfortunately, few of ryzhy's poems have been translated into english.  i am no means a specialist of ryzhy's poetry.  but i am an enthusiastic reader of what i have read of boris ryzhy.  which ain't much.  & yet, ryzhy is an example of getting the news by poetry.  he was young, charismatic, tragic, etc etc.  this is a poet of, arguably, our contemporary age.  an era of disruptive change, political, socioeconomic, technological, ecological, etc etc.  the poet died by his own hand in 2001 at the age of 26.  

[the quote above is a piece of graffiti written on a bathroom wall in trieste, according to the romanian-american poet andrei codrescu]