On the banks of the Prypiat a devil is sleeping

In Yoko Tawada's dystopian tale, the entire Japanese archipelago is rendered uninhabitable when a fighter plane piloted by a teenager loses control and crashes into a recently reactivated nuclear plant.

Was there still a second floor? Don’t think about it.

Entwined concrete houses / perform pirouettes on both sides of the street

Fear sets up a tent / on our chest

You needed a guide, one of those men who lived off the flesh and blood of the camp.

I keep saying that Haiti is neither a postcard nor a nightmare.

We already know there are no words for saying some things.

drip drop / port-au-prince’s life slips away

I abhor humanitarianism.

The temblor of January 10, 2010, has become part of Haiti’s literary landscape.