[on Alexei Parshchikov] He was walking uphill, and it was as if he was tightening the strings with himself and nut drawings were taking form. -- A. Parshchikov, DACHA ELEGY [...]
A poem is a peculiar instance of language's uses, and goes well beyond the [person] writing--finally to the anonymity of any song. Robert Creeley (1989, 483) Anonymity was a great [...]
10th International Conference of the Utopian Studies Society/Europe Far Other worlds and other seas Universidade do Porto 1 a 4 de julho 2009 Margins of the word Between the two [...]
Since the end of World War II, the United States has been the world’s superpower, a condition that was confirmed in 1991 with the demise of the Soviet Union. To [...]
Non, je ne regrette rien, cerrar podrá mis ojos la postrera sombra. Non, je ne regrette rien nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita like a rolling stone like a [...]
It seemed to me that Ziquing Zhang’s questions provided both an incisive commentary on my poems and also raised a set of imponderble yet giddy, not to say fundamental, translation [...]
Once an artist friend told me, if you want to go crazy, hang up a bicycle wheel on your wall. Forty years later I still don’t know whether one should [...]
Homenagem de Sibila a Drummond (31-10-1902/17-08-1987) no vigésimo segundo aniversário de sua morte. NO MEIO DO CAMINHO No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra tinha uma pedra no meio [...]
That very presence of the eyes—and the intelligence and sympathy and ‘openness of understanding’ in them—was what was initially absolutely engaging to me, when I first walked up to the [...]