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Friday Pick: August Kleinzahler

  Sleeping It Off in Rapid City New and Selected Poems By August Kleinzahler Faber and Faber In poetry and in prose, August Kleinzahler...
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I crisscross the stacks / searching for my mother / and father. The librarian / tells me they boarded / the other plane / that already took off. / This library is an airplane / I do not want to be on / but the doors are locked / and in fact / the librarian states, / we too have taken off. /

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“What’s All The Fuss About?” An Interview With Yannick Desranleau And Chloe Lum Of Seripop

B O D Y art editor Jessica Mensch interviews Montréal artists Yannick Desranleau and Chloe Lum of Seripop

Eireann Lorsung

Eireann Lorsung

I have my armbones, / my legbones, my head, my blood, and this day, and / all the road ahead to Paris. Rain. Although I know / the rain will stop. // And the kneeling on Sundays. The gray city in / the rain quivering without speaking...

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Mariusz Czubaj

The blue surface broke into a hundred pieces, like a shattered mirror. Multicoloured spots whirled in his eyes. He felt the skin on his cheek burning. He regained consciousness instantly. He realised now that it was not a dream. He was not on the coast. Something much worse than a nightmare was happening in the waking.

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Friday Pick: K.J. Erben’s A Bouquet

Behind the spirits and water sprites, what emerges from this collection is a culture that has a profound faith in language. After all, what are curses and spells but poems?

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Emily Bludworth de Barrios

As if you were a famous and celebrated painting. // Just hanging about / receiving praise. // It is an adolescent wish, / wanting to be praised for having done no thing.

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Johannes Baader

"Did Baader fall and hit his head, you say? / Baader says Baader’s head’s okay. Okay?"

Daniel Bosch translates German Dadaist poet Johannes Baader

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Irena Brezna

Father comes home on the weekends and shoots sparrows. He’s not allowed to live with us, he’s a bourgeois element. Once, when our life wasn’t happy yet, he helped rich people get even richer and exploited the proletariat. He was a lawyer with his own office, and wore a white shirt and tie.

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Erje Ayden

He said the three men he most admired were James Cagney, James Cagney, James Cagney. So Art and I had something in common – James Cagney.

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