“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Monday, August 7, 2023
Thursday, February 23, 2023
a moving grove
a moving grove
take all your belongings
everything that’s yours
split lips cut knees
the cracked jar of a head from which
memory slowly seeps and all you can
leave just leave behind
One year after Russia's invasion of Ukraine, poet Iryna Shuvalova proposes an aesthetics of escape.
Read the poem, translated from the Ukrainian by Uilleam Blacker
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Why is truth not allowed to exist anymore?
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