Translation from the Spanish by D. P. Snyder At first, I didn’t realize what was happening or what was going to happen. I was breastfeeding my baby. Newborn and adorable, her hands so rosy and white resting there on my breast. As she grew, she got stronger and stronger. There were days when I…
Translation from the Spanish by Curtis Bauer There’s nothing worse than an extraordinary story coming out of the mouth of a mediocre narrator, and that was Eduviges, Señor Ramiro’s assistant, who came to fix my water heater because Señor Ramiro was sick. While he struggled with the igniting mechanism, he told me about his…
Translation by Martyn Crucefix and Nancy Feng Liang I woke this morning to find my house surroundedby two things:the turtledove and the willow. When I write,there is the sculpted turtledove, the spoken willow.When I drink tea,the replete turtledove, the hollowed-out willow.When I cannot get to sleep,the scattershot turtledove and the focus of the willow.When I…
Translated from the Korean by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton 1 An ordinary-looking man was not what I expected. He was of average height, at five feet six inches, and had a compact build. His body was marked with scars and blemishes but bore no tattoos. I detected none of the anxiety and fretfulness that convicts…
Translated by Iain Galbraith |one’s still clatteringin the box, in safekeepinglike a child’s first tooth iand then it is struckin the thickest darkness: ah!here i am. or was.
Translated by Ming Di Five: Pedigree of watermelons No one mistakes a watermelon for a meteorite.The theory of watermelons vs. stars is completely irrelevant.But we cannot deny that the earth is a kind of star.Therefore, it’s implausible to deny that watermelons have thelineage of stars. Four: Watermelon, ancestral hometown We live outside the earth, obviously.Obvious, that…
Translated by Katherine M. Hedeen and Victor Rodríguez Núñez each morning I wonder at my face:the same as always! Shouldn’t we reach the dawnwith face changed?After a new wordour lips should have a different feel! Only the beloved manages such a miracleface sheds featuresbefore the vision of the only otherwho creates it. Oh death that…
Translated by Ming Di With the key of paintbrushhe opens another door;he asks a flower to invite people to a waltz. Light dazzles the dance floor. To the other end of the realm of dreamshe captures the poet John Giorno, sleeping. What game is it, what strangeness, that experiences time?What is time?A capsule? Frozen in…
Translated by Heather Green VI what do you know the air has come unstuck from uswe are here without starswhat do you know without money without firea sweaty dog in his kenneland rain under the armpitswhat do you know about it the noise liesand dies with each surprisefurniture like springtimehere he comes from far awaya…
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