“Music is time domesticated, reproducible time, time shaped.” So thinks Franz Ritter, the insomniac Austrian musicologist whose consciousness […]
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A work I am untranslating – that is to say a work I hesitate to say I’m translating, […]
Michelle Tea’s Black Wave (And Other Stories) is a raw, bleakly comic examination of cultural and generational shifts. […]
It’s 1999 and the world is coming to an end. People are throwing themselves off buildings in New […]
Michel Leiris had been dreaming at least since 1923, if we believe the first date noted in his […]
Samuel Beckett called words an “unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness”. In Eley Williams’ debut collection, jittery with […]
All the profound weight of the European tradition of slim volumes sits upon this slight book, which nestles […]
“A dying person was well watched.” The Green Fool, P. Kavanagh. • And yet what nonsense this notion […]
TO GET A HIT AND NOT GET HIT It dawned that I relocated only to thieve unsuspected and […]
Maria’s words are elegant, italic. My own are clumsy, straight. ******** Bell persists in duty: May I change […]
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