how to be elegant in hell
“Barriga writes from atrocity and the abyss, from unending night as he dances with his demons.” Liliana Colanzi on the work of Julio Barriga.
Read More“Barriga writes from atrocity and the abyss, from unending night as he dances with his demons.” Liliana Colanzi on the work of Julio Barriga.
Read More“Literature, in the Dadaist gesture of the author, is a useless project that must be questioned…” Edmundo Paz Soldán pays tribute to the pioneering work of Hilda Mundy.
Read More“We returned hungry. We wanted to bathe, wanted to drink rum. We wanted to write or smoke on the balcony. The horizon appeared to expand as the sun went down…” By Claudio Iglesias & Jessica Sequeira.
Read More“I once saw a construction worker fall from the rooftop of a two-floor house onto the street. He fell on his head and a pool of dark blood immediately started forming there. I never saw his face because he fell backwards.” By Sebastián Antezana, translated from Spanish by the editorial team of Traviesa.
Read More“Thinking in terms of a golden age is complicated, because it can introduce nostalgia for a past time better than the present, and encourage the idea each period has its corresponding poet, which creates rivalries between the old and the new.” Adapted from Emma Villazón’s talk at the 20th International Feria de Libro in La Paz.
Read More“What should one do when the time comes to look at the pen strokes of the drawings of Jaime Saenz, the circular strokes and dizzy loops?…” Excerpted from an essay by Marcelo Villena Alvarado.
Read More“…every poet writes from exile. For myself, it took me a long time to acknowledge I was an immigrant.” Nancy Anne Miller, The Missing Slate’s November 2015 Poet of the Month, talks with Afshan Shafi.
Read More“when I talk/ to you over the phone I like/ your tongue, when you light me/ your fresh poems.” Poem of the Week (January 20), by Agnieszka Wolny-HamkaÅ‚o. Translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese.
Read More“…this one book I have been writing/ in canticles kwéyòl/ dancing lines of lakonmèt and weedova/ their violons and chak-chak in my ear…” Poem of the Week (January 13), by John Robert Lee.
Read More“If you revel in the uncanny, this is a collection you will not want to miss.” Sauleha Kamal reviews ‘The Age of Blight’, by Kristine Ong Muslim.
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