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. – […]
Robin Coste Lewis We had books and a waterfall was falling in the corner. I didn’t tell you I couldn’t remember what that thing was you said to me once, that tender thing you’d said I should never forget. The moment you said it, I forgot it I wondered if you thought we were lost. […]
Lisa Robertson This is a history of sincerity. The tree uses silence. – Lisa Robertson, ‘R’s Boat’, (University of California Press: Berkeley, 2010), p.55. Cecilia Vicuña It’s difficult to understand to what degree miniscule species have survived in the leaves of books and even to imagine a reader for each of these books is absolute […]
Joan Naviyuk Kane In a way, the animal detaches itself from truth. I might lose myself amidst such strange propulsions. In a way, I am fooled into rooting for a cause, one that I clearly hate. There’s a hole here. – Joan Naviyuk Kane, ‘Another Bright Departure’ (Cut Bank Books: Missoula, 2019), p. 2. Alejandra […]
Brandon Shimoda When someone breaks down Everyone leans into someone breaking down And touches that one It can go on – Brandon Shimoda ‘The Desert’ (The Song Cave: New York, 2018), p. 129. Bhanu Kapil What did Ban do that outweighed art? What kind of art did she produce? Returning to the U.S., I lay […]