February 21, 2014
Do you know how long it has been since a moral choice presented itself and the wrong choice was made not two minutes why is it not quiet between lightning and thunder as if someone were asking do you have other articulable feelings if so express them now tragedy ensues with a laser blast from the cockpit the dangled finger of God makes contact PLEASE CALL FOR SEVERAL THOUSAND PHYSICIANS QUICKLY
– JANE MILLER (1949 – )
February 20, 2014
O Fio das Missangas
|A missanga, todas a Vêem,|
|Ninguém nota o fio que,|
|em collar vistoso, vai compondo as missangas,|
|Também assim é a voz do poeta:|
|um fio de sîlencio costurando or tempo|
|. . . . .||
|The beads, all to See,|
|No one notices the wire,|
|in dressy collar, composing the beads,|
|So also is the poet’s voice|
|it is a wire stitching silence or time||
Upon hearing about his win, Couto responded, “This award is timed perfectly, as Mozambique is about to go through a difficult time. For me personally, this award is certainly a relief, a ray of sunshine, at this sad national moment.”
The Neustadt Prize is awarded every two years and represents the only international literary award for which novelists, playwrights and poets are equally eligible. Often called the “American Nobel” because of its connection to the Nobel Prize in Literature, the Neustadt Prize is considered to be one of the most important literary prizes in the world. Throughout its history, the Neustadt has boasted 30 laureates, jurors, or candidates that have gone on to receive the Nobel, including Pablo Neruda, Gabriel García Márquez, Orhan Pamuk, Mo Yan, and Alice Munro, among others.
February 19, 2014
The Book of a Thousand Eyes [ A dream still clinging like light to the dark, rounding]
February 18, 2014
The Dance of No Hard Feelings
“I used to have the shampoo”
I used to have the shampoo
by the balls but the wind hurt my hair so.
I can’t get over that retarded girl on the trike,
can’t find the apes in the apiary
can’t get hard for the hardtack
and the cannery is closed.
Well, this is just a trumped-up way of saying
your haircut is among the finest in Wyoming.
From the brightly arranged parlors of San Francisco
to the uncompromising river, beside which, huskily, we sang,
you can modify an adverb with an adverb–they do it all the time in France–
but I have not left my room in thirty years.
My life is shrinking like a desiccated organ,
wilted japonicas drenched in wine.
– MARK BIBBINS (1968 – )
February 17, 2014
The Narrow Road to the Deep North (excerpt)
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
– Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694)