There it was on the globe, a dashed line of darker blue on the lighter blue Atlantic. Words in faint italic script: Tropic of Cancer. The adults told her to stop asking what it was, as if the dull reply they gave would satisfy: “A latitude, in this case twenty-three degrees.” She pictured daisy chains […]
Paranoia, my happiness: Caren Beilin in conversation with Hilary Plum
The first half of this interview took place in the summer. The World Cup was over and I felt like I could think. Caren and I corresponded through August heat and Gmail. In the shortening days since I’ve wanted badly to continue the conversation, to turn it toward Caren’s new book Spain, just out this […]
Victory
for Tory Dent • Something spreading underground won’t speak to us under skin won’t declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods in their drama hogging down the deep bush clear-cutting refugees from ancient or transient villages into our opportunistic fervor to search […]
Vendanges
A tall building in the fifteenth arrondissement faded away slowly and then completely vanished. Toward November the weather grew very bitter. No one knew why or even noticed. I forgot to tell you your hat looked perky. A new way of falling asleep has been discovered. Senior citizens snoop around to impose that sleep. You […]
A Dialogue through the Reconstruction of Missing Voice: Steven Alvarez in conversation with Edgar Garcia
Edgar Garcia: We’re going to start now, and one of the reasons why I thought the audio recording would be interesting was because I think it makes the job easier for both of us, as it’s more casual, laid-back, straightforward—just like we’re having a conversation. But also, on a more metapoetic, self-theorizing level, your book […]
Notes of a Cowry Girl
1. I am a cowry girl, a marine biologist to be exact. In 1930, Queensland, the shells were found. White, so pale, no pattern, one shell. White but markings. One shell. Overlaid by three shells. Normal. One shell. Other shells were unspotted. Color photographs were taken by Mr. Goadby. They showed no difference. All were […]
Notebook
I. Preserved in the torn pages Of a notebook (double leaved) The houses start up. Everything is emptied out. Prickly pear, race around it Ravaged—blunt Dashes of red Men and women mingle: A cactus bud A bomb, a house, a haven Horsemen, an unbegotten Species, a desolation. II. On the facing page A giant bird, […]
Recit: Previously Unpublished Works by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha
Lawrence Rinder Most people who know of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha know only her remarkable book, DICTEE, published in 1982 by Tanam Press. This marvelously unique work—which combines poetry, calligraphy and other manuscripts, found texts, diagrams, and photographs— has become a staple of many university literature and postcolonial studies courses. It is one of those […]
Defensive Driving
1. at night high beams scan the unseeable distance an untitled landscape black is not a shade but rather an impression oil on canvas 2. scratch and sniff lawns on southern streets where one sips lemonade or iced tea before hosing down weeds in the way of light. still life with 3. jars marked and […]
Jo Seraph F(iend)eign
( laf ladee lavenda unda courts moon tin stars beet out pewta peel yo bananas half mercy den confess dont fret de haters stockins gat runs n em demon wit voice operetta is dat mammy n yo trane ? jemima loungin n yo tea air uh ? dame pare yo seek wins re veil some […]
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