Miron Białoszewski
Translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh & Michał Rusinek
A horse and cart went past.
I see. I believe in them.


They grow dark.

The horse and cart went past.
But the horse had a horse.
The cart had a cart.


They led their own selves
large from shadows
along the acacias.


And now it's hard for me to believe
in the horse and cart.

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An Interview with Alison C. Rollins

"For me, form is like sculpting sound. More simply, form provides a context, parameter, or set of dimensions for me to work within. I think about the Italian translation of stanza to 'room,' and I am led towards viewing myself as an architect or interior designer of sorts using language as my medium. With this collection, I strived to think about the page as multidimensional rather than a flat, one-dimensional plane. I was guided towards viewing myself not only in the subject position of poet but also as a visual artist—architect, sculptor, weaver."

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Jody Gladding on [she is one who looks]


"Released from the bubble of voice, narrative, and image, words animate space differently—the degraded 'open space,' the space of the poem. They inhabit it, root, and evolve there. Perhaps they have always done so, they just needed to be freed from lineation and author/ity to make that clear. These are not my own words. They refuse ownership. You can read them any way you like."
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