Newlyweds Four passengers occupied the narrow, second-class coach of the train bound for Lake Balaton. A young man, a young woman, an old-age pensioner, and a middle-aged goose. They formed two pairs: the dewy-eyed newlyweds were on their way to their honeymoon, while the second pair headed to a wedding. As for the goose, he […]
Translation
Newlyweds by Miklós Vámos
Icarus by Vraiux Dorós
translated from the Spanish by Toshiya Kamei
Don’t under any circumstances read this book, I said to myself.
And the world was created.
Review: Time Stitches by Eleni Kefala
translated from the Greek by Peter Constantine
Time Stitches starts with a shape poem:
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HOMBRE NUEVO and piece of dead bird by Nicole Cecilia Delgado
translated from the Spanish by Sarah Pazen
lipsticked man
bitching bearded man
bearding bitched man
paper or latex man
boy no, man neither
The Wandering Life by Yves Bonnefoy
translated from the French by Hoyt Rogers
A wet canvas ragbag in the gutter: it’s the picture of grapes by Zeuxis, which enraged birds craved so much, picked apart so fiercely with their greedy beaks, that the clusters vanished, then the colors, then every trace of the image at this hour—the twilight of the world—when they dragged it across the flagstones.
Izokumi by Alexy Dumenigo
translated from the Spanish by Toshiya Kamei
Izokumi For casualties and survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki It began with a flash. A chalky light filled every corner of the small hospital room and pierced the girl’s closed eyelids. Her nightmares that had haunted her since the night before faded as she woke. However, the intense light around her prevented her from opening […]
An Excerpt from Until The Victim Becomes Our Own
by Dimitris Lyacos, translated from the Greek by Andrew Barrett
G We don’t know how, and under which circumstances they left from that place, whether they in fact abandoned the city and during which time frame. Whether they set out in stages, or all at once, if they moved somewhere else and to which place exactly, and if something happened to make them emigrate […]
The Butterfly Cemetery by Franca Mancinelli translated from the Italian by John Taylor,
reviewed by Caroline Maldonado
Italian poet Franca Mancinelli has internalized the landscape she grew up in poetically to express some of her deepest emotions. Beginning from the tremors, earthquakes and mudslides of her life and landscape, the poet develops her riveting ars poetica. “I have often felt that I carry writing in my body,” she writes, “that I have been inscribed in the darkness. (…) We are the imprint of the time that has been, of the life that has passed through us. By writing we bring to light these signs that we contain, as they are, obscure and indecipherable to us. It is like leaning over a threshold that looks into the void. We are between the unknown and nothingness.”
Three Poems by Gerardo Arístides Rivodó
translated from the Spanish by David M. Brunson
me acostumbraré al presagio
de una casa vacía
al vuelo que dibujas
sobre cielos penitentes
a la rotura de un pájaro
Caterpillar by Dragana Mokan
translated from the Serbian by John K. Cox
Agnica was sitting in a pink room that smelled sweet. Mama had sent her to the neighbors to get a bouquet. She accepted a plate of cake from Miss Jovanka.
