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POETRY: Dunya Mikhail, Paul Celan, Malachi Black, and others from our archives

BOOKS: A New Generation of African Poets, The Child Who, Threed reviewed

INTERVIEW: Carolyn Forché, Kaveh Akbar, Kwame Dawes, Alfonso García Cortéz, and others talk with Ilya Kaminsky about being on the border

and much more…

by Hamid Tibouchi, Elément de la série “Traité de navigation” N° 3

 

Featured


  • Veins (extracts) // Nervures (extraits)Veins (extracts) // Nervures (extraits)
    “a little like how a sentry in the night / paces to keep himself awake” | Selections from poet-artist Hamid Tibouchi’s Nervures in English and French.

 

Dispatches


  • Poetry and PlasticsPoetry and Plastics
    “But how can poetry tackle such an urgent and growing global problem?” | Claire Cox reports on her time with The Clean Seas Odyssey
  • The Perpetual IdealThe Perpetual Ideal
    Memories of a master class with Derek Walcott. “I wonder, though, if we ever astonished Derek, even just a little.” | by Patrick James Errington
  • An Image Writes the PoemAn Image Writes the Poem
    “I see the photo of a hole in the bombed ceiling of the Ghazanchetsots Cathedral in Shushi” | Poet Alan Semerdjian on “The Hole in the Church of My Heart”

 

Interviews


  • A Head Full of MusicA Head Full of Music
    On songs, the state, sandhill cranes, and editing in her head | Allison Hedge Coke talks to Tami Haaland
  • Syntax Grammar and PowerSyntax Grammar and Power
    “I wanted to create a very different relationship with grammar.” | Dora Malech and Kristina Marie Darling talk about Malech’s new book.
  • Poets on the Border: A ForumPoets on the Border: A Forum
    Carolyn Forché, Kaveh Akbar, Kwame Dawes, Alfonso García Cortéz, Monica Ávila, Joan Kane, and Piotr Florczyk and others poets in conversation with Ilya Kaminsky

 

Reviews


  • The Simple Vocabulary of GriefThe Simple Vocabulary of Grief
    The Child Who by Jeanne Benameur, translated by Bill Johnston | Reviewed by Jaclyn Youhana Garver
  • Removal EraRemoval Era
    Threed, This Road Not Damascus by Tamara J. Madison | Reviewed by Arthur Kayzakian
  • Identity Is Not DestinationIdentity Is Not Destination
    New-Generation African Poets: A Chapbook Box Set (Saba), edited by Kwame Dawes and Chris Abani | Reviewed by Brent Ameneyro
  • ‘Forgive us, history’'Forgive us, history'
    Index of Haunted Houses by Adam O. Davis | Alonso Llerena looks inside this debut collection
  • Pandemic PoetryPandemic Poetry
    Four Quartets: Poetry in the Pandemic, edited by Kristina Marie Darling & Jeffrey Levine | Reviewed by Alexa T. Dodd
  • After the Wreckage of WordsAfter the Wreckage of Words
    Pulling the Invisible but Heavy Cart: Last Poems by Peter Everwine | Reviewed by Alexander Long

 

Poetry


  • No Artist Paints Only One PortraitNo Artist Paints Only One Portrait
    “What I mean is every shower / on this street has someone / singing or crying in it.” | by Brad Aaron Modlin
  • The FuturesThe Futures
    “or three days from now you’ll get up // and cough and spit and push / the lever that sets birds loose from sleep” | by Chad Sweeney
  • Villanelles: ‘Putting a Question to Spring’Villanelles: 'Putting a Question to Spring'
    “We only have copies, but they, too, stun / with the ever-out-of-reach, the waylaid poem” | by Jacqueline Osherow

 

From the Archives


  • Psalm 24
    “How I love to lie down in this field—in myself: / myself in hiding, then disappearing.” | by Patrice de La Tour du Pin
  • The War Works Hard
    “The war works hard, day and night. / It is a muse for the tyrant’s / long speeches, / it hangs medals around generals, / it blesses poets with themes, / it makes the makers busy—” | by Dunya Mikhail
  • Things
    “Copper from my land / black ceramics / from Pomaire / and Oaxaca / Pieces of the day / picked up / on passing / through the roads” | by Renato Martinez
  • 128
    “In this huge town of mine—night. / the sleepy home I leave—behind. / And people think: wife, daughter— / But I’m aware of just this—night.” | by Marina Tsvetaeva
  • Fragment from a Province Drawn in Dust
    “If there is water, it must come / from the skin. Mother, when // you spread our country across / the flat map of your hand” | by Malachi Black
  • Decked Out at Night
    “They stand apart in this world, / each one with his night, / each one with his death, / morose, bareheaded, hoarfrost-covered” | by Paul Celan
  • We Have No Sleep 
    “We think of tomorrow, / as we feed the swans  / with yesterday’s bread.” | by Nikola Madzirov
  • You and I and the World
    “Place the scale on the kitchen table / and let reality weigh itself. / Put your coat on. / Turn the light off in the hallway. / Close the door.” | by Werner Aspenström

 

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