A valve opens. Electrode fluid enters your brain. You feel the whole Anthill inhale…and exhale. They tune their instruments.
Year 2089
Luis Othoniel Rosa, translated from the Spanish by Katie Marya
Luis Othoniel Rosa, translated from the Spanish by Katie Marya
A valve opens. Electrode fluid enters your brain. You feel the whole Anthill inhale…and exhale. They tune their instruments.
Madre A woman How many times we fled from the world, How long they burned our hands: Long we served the office of giving birth, cooking dinner, raising beasts. They relegated us to be trophies, in the halls of important men. We bit our tongues in the face of insults, we stayed our fists, before […]
Any response to the question, “What’s the matter with American poetry right now?” addresses, at least implicitly, the fate of language itself in society at the present time and the role of poets in cultivating and defending language. As guardians of the vigor of language, poets readily — and even stereotypically — express a weighty […]
Matter might be called imagination turned war, puzzling scenes in the bombardment during “that ongoing, vast but somehow boring destruction. The landscape grows increasingly perplexed. “Little conceived more American than the “cryptographic” since it can reorient sense, helping to account for turbulence that follows, therefore begins. Instance: color aspects of American democracy, or terror here […]
RICHARD JACOBSON MARGARET JAKOBSON MURRAY JANOFSKY CONRAD JANOWITZ JEFFREY KAGEL KATHERINE KALINSKY BERNICE KAMIAT MELVIN KAMINSKY Afraid of dangling A participle: A reader Who knows the folks Who are running things Who value clarity and concision You might never get over How to make things Matter— perceptions of research Frames that are needed To understand […]
As the summer days get longer, the leaf canopy fills out and the woods darken. In the silence, purple flowers nod. I can’t recall the sensation of pleasure, only the context, which I would have to tell as a story. Would it turn you on? Here’s a story. Antoine Saint-Just rises before the Assembly and […]
he said there’s nothing about us a psalm without us, dissolution as in: stagnation, intransigence in black life, pure force undiluted by reparation, an unfamilial beauty indebted to pale reflections whose possibility for neutral remains undiagnosed: it’s too easy to say white is neutral, splintered i: dentities and emergent modes re: defining oppression as a […]