Articles tagged " From 2000 To Present"
On the Hoof
The question about this fact-free life brimming with great notions is, can you live up to it? At dusk the megaphones get all confidential in the words of mountains the sun never scales. In the rising murmur…...
PRODUCT VI (International Style)
I see two castles one bright one dim one close the other far the larger at the forest's edge the smaller where the empty road from market place to pointed firs comes to an end in the international…...
From “Konwalia”
1. Sunday, Kazimierz Market they have everything you can imagine here at least that's what it seems like though as usual everything amazes everyone with its poverty in fact i can't see myself in…...
Tiresias’s Lesson
1. What futures do the oracular oaks predict for us, the prophetic cups, what horoscope do computers draw, whom do they allow to read to the end? On which continent do dolphins carry which islands to cities…...
PRODUCT IV (Love and Death)
An anthologist from Berlin asks me for poems new or recognized: ideally, they should amplify the union of love and death. I'd like to suit her, since I'm dying, but love is a master from outer…...
Tiresias’s Farewell
From unexpiated sins poems are born. That's why you sent down thickening darkness on my eyes. A spiral staircase carries me to countries under the earth - republics of shadow, kingdoms of grayness.…...
Calypso
The sea's color is green. The white sand is stained with blood. An old woman dies at the diner, underfed, under prepared. The telephone only takes phone cards. Some people are hard to recognize, even…...
from “Identity”
You who will murder me, wait. Look into my eyes before you begin-or end- It's the same for me. It might be that you reconsider. You, who are formed by remorse whose breath is the issue of accident,…...
Closer
Remember the very first time you did it tough wasn't the word. Turning the key, a sudden boardful of lights and music swelling behind our backs and acts of attention, you'd think the clothes would…...
La Terra Santa
I Insane asylum is a word much bigger than the dark vortex of dreams, yet it used to come once upon blue thread or a distant nightingale's song or your mouth opened, biting at the blue the fierce untruth…...
Family Picture in Havana
Mom and I are alone once again the same as it was at the end of the forties. Alone, in a house that's not our own, we tell each other last night's dreams (in hers two old people are always crying;…...
I Don’t Want Anyone Coming around to Save Me
I don't want anyone coming around to save me So, whoever is sending me those nice thoughts, those smug little messages, --take it elsewhere. Cut off the oxygen now. I don't want to suffer the agony…...
Nothing?
Where I used to dwell in my autumn, with my rags and I say dwelled because I felt alive inside there as never before. Where I used to inhabit tremulous, subtle and I was recognized by my sinews and my…...
High Fidelity
They'll be free from the gramophone's pain, its torture from the rub and the needles. Chaste, they'll not know the sin of singing a capella while hungry caught between the farce and the fair.…...
On Tyranny
The one that's out there in the street, out there in the country, the rough and vehement tyranny, that governs my life as a citizen that one will pass because it punishes my body, but does not have…...
Meralda
Just as the sun rises every day, giving its light to the earth, so day after day, year in, year out, we Roma travel on, without knowing where we are headed but following the road that lies before us. A…...
An Interview with Nuria Amat
Q. Here we are in Sarri , Barcelona, your birthplace and the scenario for your previous two novels. How come you decided to set your most recent novel, Queen Cocaine, in Colombia, between Bogotá…...
from The Ministry of Pain
Like the desert the northern landscape makes for absolutism. Except that in the north the desert is green and full of water. And there are no temptations, no roundnesses or curves. The land is flat, which…...
What’s New?
I saw a ghost pass in the mirror Someone whispered something in my ear I said a word, and left. Graves scattered with the mandrake seeds. A bleating sound entered the assembly. Gardens remained hanging.…...
The Chaldean Ruins
Ascetic he emerges from its belly to the grave. His days are not entered on the calendar and he does not gather the things that are scattered. Earthquakes do not shake him nor wink at death without him.…...
from The Asylum Seeker
One evening, after weeks of something like forty jars of vitamins and dozens of liters of strawberry juice, the Bird asks: "Would you mind if I got married?" In that marrying, Beck sees his enemy's…...
Nonmilitary Statements
1 Yes, I did write in my letter that I would wait for you forever I didn't mean exactly "forever" I just included it for the rhythm. 2 No, he was not among them. There were so many of them! More than…...
Anadl Llywelyn
For the English translation, please click here. (ar achlysur Eisteddfod Genedlaethol Llanelwedd) Mae'r ffin yn y cyffiniau, pridd ei gwytnwch yn parhau i serio'i hanes ar wyneb erwau ein hiaith,…...
On the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize
"It's a scandal." My companion, a distinguished translator of British literature into Greek, sighed and shook his head as we walked one night last summer through the tangle of streets that make up…...