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Uruguay

Juan Manuel’s Shadow

By Robert Marcuse

I follow him everywhere and never lose sight of him; he rarely notices me.

Translated from Spanish by Cristina Lambert

The Poetics of John Ashbery: Reflections from the Poet’s Uruguayan Translator

By Roberto Echavarren

John Ashbery wrote to be read rather than heard.

Translated from Spanish by Charlotte Whittle

Señor Socket and the Señora from the Café

By Julio Villanueva Chang

This is a tiny country famed for its happy cows, football fanatics, and melancholy.

Translated from Spanish by Sophie Hughes

Fact or Fiction: Latin American Reportage

By Eric M. B. Becker

The writers in this month’s feature provide assurance that the genre is source of some of today’s most vibrant and compelling stories, fictional or otherwise.

And What If Love Is Stronger? The Queer Issue

By Susan Harris

In this troubling context, the need for portrayals of queer lives around the world becomes even more urgent.

Triptych

By Raquel Lubartowski

It's this: we’re seeking water / Where there is only thirst.

Translated from Spanish by Carolina De Robertis

Linguistics in the Time of Uruguayan Invasion

By Andrea Durlacher

Linguistics isn’t a resource that’ll ever carry a nation to / glory.

Translated from Spanish by Anna Guercio Rosenwong

Multilingual

[the nail fell]

By Victoria Estol

i follow the rabbit like Alice / it's good

Translated from Spanish by Seth Michelson

Multilingual

I’m not going to talk

By Paula Simonetti

this alphabet / speaks only of you and my childhood

Translated from Spanish by Catherine Jagoe

Multilingual

Night Up North

By Fabián Severo

Artigas has a language that nobody owns.

Translated from Portuñol by Dan Bellm

Multilingual

New Voices in Uruguayan Poetry

By Jesse Lee Kercheval

The poetry scene in Uruguay is hyperactive.

Ne Me Quitte Pas

By Cristina Peri Rossi

Seventeen years old: a terrible age for studying. A terrible age for anything other than fornicating.

Translated from Spanish by Megan Berkobien

Multilingual

One or Two Landscapes

By Mario Benedetti

Graciela entered the bedroom, took off her light overcoat, looked at herself in the dressing table mirror, and frowned.

Translated from Spanish by Harry Morales

The Shakes

By Rafael Courtoisie

Yes, now I drink the amber, Scotch. Because of my liver, you know.

Translated from Spanish by Patricia Anne Odber de Baubeta

He Dreamed That He Was in Prison

By Mario Benedetti

That prisoner dreamed that he was in prison. Naturally, the dreams had details and patterns.

Translated from Spanish by Harry Morales

Wounds and Contusions

By Mario Benedetti

What would I do, Beatriz, if something happens to you? How would your father feel if something happens to you? Don't you think about that?

Translated from Spanish by Harry Morales

Fetishists Anonymous

By Cristina Peri Rossi

On Saturday afternoons, I'm the only woman at the Fetishists' Club. Otherwise it's just men.

Translated from Spanish by Tobias Hecht

Rumors

By Cristina Peri Rossi

The fact that Berlin was surrounded by walls didn't discourage anyone: it gave the city the symbolic quality of dreams that so many other places lack.

Translated from Spanish by Tobias Hecht

Completely Absentminded

By Mario Benedetti

People would believe the most absurd things he said, and they wouldn't be mistaken, because everything about him was a little absurd.

Translated from Spanish by Harry Morales