I heard about Brooklyn’s Ugly Duckling Presse from Silvina López Medín, an Argentine poet resident in New York […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
“The fact is that an act can no more be reduced to what it is than can a […]
‘Real where?’ they ask, though it wasn’t a question. ‘What next: Real Narnia?’, ‘Real Disneyland?’ ‘Real Trumpton’? I […]
“Longing is the absent chatting with the absent.” – Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence The family […]
“From the inside out, but from which inside to which outside?”—Róbert Gál, On Wing This is not the […]
“These shapes exaggerated out of all measure or distorted as if seen refracted through water” – Joris-Karl Huysmans, […]
1. These particular blackberries I’m talking about are the ones that grow in the cutting between two stops […]
“The night had come home.” – Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night Everything functions now […]
“The town itself, let us admit, is ugly.” – Albert Camus, The Plague Rang-du-Fliers is not much to […]
“The boulevard Noir is inhuman.” – Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea I’ve been here before. Last time it was June. […]
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