My parents met on a boat out of Portugal in 1940. I grew up expecting a world of more trade unions, public education, democracy. Instead, late in life, I find myself plunging into the past, the chaos before I was born.
D. Nurkse on "Fall of Varia" |
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"Jorie Graham Takes the Long View"
"The poet talks about distraction, ecological devastation, and the future of her medium. 'When they dig our poems up out of the rubble, we want them to know....how astounding and unimaginably infinite and mysterious life was.'"
via THE NEW YORKER |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Layla Benitez-James on Two Poems by Beatriz Miralles de Imperial
"Bea has been described as 'a poet of silence, of everything unsaid which is suggested through language,' and translating these poems opened my eyes to the immense possibilities of brevity, inspiring me to begin a book-length project in small bursts. How Dark My Skin Is Left by Her Shadow taught me the strength of distillation, how intensity rises, and pressure builds when a substance is compressed." |
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