He started writing his first poetry in 1943 and had a correspondence with Boris Pasternak, Viktor Shklovsky and Arseny Tarkovsky who admitted his talent.
Being on the lowest-paying jobs and having his poetry unpublished, Blazenny lived in extreme poverty and was involuntary incarcerated in a Soviet psychiatric institution for having a "delusion" that he was a poet.
Sometimes he appears as a yurodivy who sleeps with homeless cats and dogs, suffers from the cold and hunger, bitterly complains to the higher powers for misfortune, and finally dies, but his spirit remains:
Возьмёт не все их, но с собой в дорогу Возьёт душа неодолимый путь, Где шаг за шагом я молился Богу И шаг за шагом изнывал от пут.
A mysterious light will be spilled At the turning point of time, But the timeless chain [of spirit] will not be broken Neither in this pitiful world, nor in the other.