There is a statue in the center of Oxford, MS that reads ‘They gave their lives for a just and holy cause.’ I passed beneath the eyes of that confederate soldier multiple times per week for three years. I spat on it every time, and still do every time I visit. I have lived and passed from many lives, none so sweet or complex as my days in Mississippi.
Julian Randall on "The Zero Country" |
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Boris Dralyuk Reflects on Russia's Invasion of Ukraine
"As part of the reckoning precipitated by the launch of the full-scale invasion, I looked back on the work I had done. It became clear to me that, from the start, I had mostly been drawn to the work of Russian émigré poets. Some of these poets held views or even took actions I find reprehensible. Still, their writing is almost always fearlessly self-interrogative, searingly honest about the contradictory feelings inspired by life in exile."
via DER STANDARD |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Layla Benitez-James on Two Poems by Beatriz Miralles de Imperial
"Bea has been described as 'a poet of silence, of everything unsaid which is suggested through language,' and translating these poems opened my eyes to the immense possibilities of brevity, inspiring me to begin a book-length project in small bursts. How Dark My Skin Is Left by Her Shadow taught me the strength of distillation, how intensity rises, and pressure builds when a substance is compressed." |
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