Dear X, I’m meditating a work, not one line of which yet exists. Except this one. Except this. […]
Joseph Delgado’s poetry offers writing that doesn’t attempt to tame or domesticate the wildness of the human heart. […]
NOW IS THE SILENCE AFTER THE KILLING. Burnt maize. Choked, acrid. Ash-mouthed. Advancing through predawn glitch-cycles. Orange-yellow squares […]
It’s disconcerting, to see your life pathologised on Wikipedia. For over a decade of my life, I’ve been […]
Yes, even I have lovers. I get them from the Internet. I am successful because I communicate in […]
I don’t react and continue scrutinising the dining room. The lucidity and minimalism it radiates starts chaotically doubling […]
Scenario: I am squatting next to the terminal. Pincers connected to the various metalloids of my forearm. Reading […]
Introduction There is a body of opinion that Ezra Slef lacks a sense of humour. Nothing could be […]
For the twentieth episode of The Quarantine Hotline Fernando Sdrigotti talks to Gary Budden, author, and co-editor of […]
All the places you’ll never go back to, all the places where you once lived, all the languages […]
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