The Mind Is
Emily Wilson
several winding tubelets in an infrastructure


flared corollas, violet-gray, chert-white amaryllis blooms


a fused medusa


at best, unto itself, a revolution


just above ground


turned into many kinds of lily from just


one field up the road


wig-like clumps of longish leaves intermittently smooth then


like the Spanish banderas’ hovering pikes’ scarlet gauntlet spitting gasoline


fire furled in sun, cut close for market


transfer patterns or


grass, the fair textile
from the journal CAN WE HAVE OUR BALL BACK?
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Black and white photograph of a rustic wooden door
"A Room With History"

"As Brand writes, there is no way in, no return, 'no ancestry except the black water and the Door of no Return.' The door is less a place than a threshold of the brutal history of capitalist modernity. The door is the end of traceable beginnings and provides a figure for describing the psychic and affective dimensions of black existence in the diaspora."

via THE PARIS REVIEW
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Cover of the issue of New Humanist in which Brian Henry's translation appears
What Sparks Poetry:
 Brian Henry on Tomaž Šalamun's "Sutra"


"Though Šalamun would leave the interview format behind, he continued to ask many questions in his work, sometimes building poems upon a series of questions, as in the poem featured here. Although the title, 'Sutra,' implies the imparting of wisdom or knowledge, Šalamun was more interested in the interplay between the questions and answers than in satisfying the expectations of a conventional sutra."
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