TILSA OTTA
Three Poems
(translation by Farid Matuk)
Building paradise from our urges
Out of our fetishes our loves our vices
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TILSA OTTA
ZAKARIA MOHAMMED
7-24-2019
(translation by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha)
I have eulogized the dead my entire life, and this has exhausted me.
Each Time You Enter You’ll Carry a Mouthful of Names
“Whereas Bilotserkivets speaks of the immediacy of survival,–what do I and You have to do in order to get beyond this current or recently passed stage of destruction and horror–Shuvalova picks up with the implicit question of how are you acting to remember that this is not something that just passes for everybody, that in order to read about these horrors they must be experienced by real, living countries.” -Cody Stetzel
AL YOUNG
Two Poems
Just tell me who the hell am I?
What powers did I, do I hold?
AFAA MICHAEL WEAVER
Two Poems
We are puppets, all parts of us
connected by strings, by loose wishes
GENNY LIM
Two Poems
Wind and darkness, like the cuckoo
Who returns from far off lands
MICHAEL WARR
Two Poems
I hear them singing a new song.
They hear each other sing . . .
Dead Poets Love Us Back: On Polina Barskova’s Air Raid
The voices to which Barskova has turned her obsessive, greedy, undeceived attention in Air Raid are not easy voices to listen to, but they are voices she is rescuing even as her poetry . . . is rescuing her, line by line.
“No country but our century”: Wong May, Poet of Lostness
“No matter how far you stray, your origin beckons you.”
SUN TZU-PING
from You Are Not There
translated by Nicholas Wong
“What’re they selling there?”
“What we already have.”