A Glance into Ilja Kostovskis Selected Poetry It is a slightly smirking smile that accompanies the voice calling on Muses in Ilja Kostovskis epic poetry and final book Sisiphus and I. In this seminal production of the poets work an eager if slightly sarcastic voice cries out from the woodpile of modernity Dont tarry You envious God This minute I will go Into the deep forests And will chop for you Firewood in piles. As for Kostovskis readers they are the connoisseurs of sorrow the suicide.leaning on the railings of bridges the selfdespisers for he is a poet of the lone wolves the melancholy wanderer we read about in Blake and imagine among the happy crowds at Coney Island in the 1920s or among the tripping multitudes of Haight Ashbury in the 1960s or in the city where he made his last residence the throngs of the upright and enraged of Washington D.C.