Wisława Szymborska Forugh Farrokhzad I am you, you and the one who loves and the one who suddenly finds a vague connection within herself with thousands of unknown, unfamiliar things. – Forough Farrokhzad ‘Sin’, from ‘Forough Farrokhzad: Poet of Modern Iran’ (I.B. Tauris: London, 2010), p. 17. Cecilia Vicuña A sound birthing its own death. – […]
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I am sitting in a room, different from the one you are in now. It is that vague time between the COVID-19 lock-down and the great reopening. With the lynching of Ahmaud Arbery on my mind, I scribble the following oddly formed questions into my notebook: what position is left for, or forced upon you, […]