Silent The Bird In The Wood: A Goethe Translation-Erasure By Joshua Weiner

  SILENT THE BIRD IN THE WOOD   The video below animates a translation-erasure of Wanders Nachtlied (Wanderer's Nightsong) by Johann...
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Bradley Paul

My son speaks more every day / but I get deafer. / 
We will align for just one day / where I hear all of what he says // but not more.

Andrei Konchalovsky

My very notion of our entire twenty-year relationship went straight to the depths of Hell. None of the roses I had sent her over the years — to her home, to her dressing room — could explain, could excuse, such a colossal misunderstanding.

Radka Thea Otipkova

In the end his body puked him out / as if it were only a stomach / and a mouth. It didn’t let him / just slip away.

Anatoly Mariengof

A fragile ego is a torturous, irredeemable, and irremediable, quality for a writer. And yet, oh so common.

Danny Earl Simmons

Let’s say I pretend // I hear every word you say / and am not distracted by the tears / you don’t let fall.

Susan Browne

I didn’t have time to masturbate this morning. It’s right there at the top of my To-Do List, but I have way too many things to do. I’m retired and busier than ever.

Red: The History of a Color | Friday Pick

Pastoureau’s description of the development of our associations with red is revealing, both of the color and ourselves.

Meg Pokrass

“I’m a falconer,” he answered. He had no idea why he said it. It was a lie. He was not a falconer, but sometimes he felt like one. He could be one.

Daniel Levente Pal

Here, in just a few square kilometers, you can find everything that defines our Europe, the old one and the new.

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