“Great poetry lives in a state of perpetual transformation, perpetual translation: the poem dies when it has no place to go.” (Weinberger, 1987) Poetry translation is an endeavour of passion, for it may bring cultural enrichment but seldom economic riches, the challenge once undertaken will likely be professionally rewarding but rarely satisfying as there […]
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It was she that taught her father, how to speak. He did not know the language of fathers and daughters. It was she that taught her father, how to be needed. He did not know necessity beyond daily bread. It was she that taught her father, the feminist tongue. He did not know that the
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The sadness in Logan’s poetry is only bearable in the way art makes it possible to swallow bitter pills…. Logan’s writing arouses a handful of mixed feelings; sometimes he brings the things he wants to say home, sometimes they elude him…
The Beauty in Logan February's Poetry and Everything In-between Read More »
Midnight I Sometimes in the wind I cannot breathe. So much air around me— none inside of me. He is between my legs, he seeks freedom. I am beneath his words. He calls out to a God he has long forgotten, a God he only finds in the sun but curses at midnight. We
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Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji Axiom i: where x is the world. Integrable derivatives – I, you, two mp3 players and Mobutu * Four of us were shadows of ourselves, The world breathes in multiples of four. Axiom ii: Our shadows underwent a trance of lost reverie, Yours and mine Because You mistakenly punched
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Jack Little (Founding Editor of The Ofi Press magazine in Mexico) interviews David Shook (Founding Editor of Phoneme Media, a nonprofit media company that publishes literature in translation from languages including Isthmus Zapotec, Lingala, Mongolian, and Uyghur). Highlights of their conversation include Mexican poetry, translation, the place of location in poetry and Phoneme Media’s
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i feel like an empty baseball field- serene, empty & free like space each time the gates of your memory shot itself in my head, each time i do not think of you; my heart becomes a ship without an anchor, an empty longvehicle without doors, blistering for you cease to love me & i
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Nostalgia It is said that love is a cunning temptress. But what of nostalgia? Is she not a cruel mistress? A silent thief of the present? Of hope and contentment? Replacing them with agonizing pensive reflection and recollection through a warmer, brighter lens? Saturating what once was with the realization of what never will
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Gloria D. Gonsalves Poetry is the seed of language, sort of like what a child who is learning to communicate acquires and later develops prose. It is perhaps the reason why children enjoy so much the poetic play with words including more nonsensical constructions than adults do. A poem can make you laugh, cry, sad,
a boy stands as lost as a strand of pubic hair found in the sponge of lovers on a nuptial night his story is a note locked in jaws on this night, he becomes a river jittered gone like shadows on walls Kwabena Agyare Yeboah lives and writes from
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