whitewards – Katarína Kucbelová
Who wants to simply disappear, no longer an individual but only an undefined part of some larger, homogenous body?
Letters to Kafka – Christina Estima
It’s a blaze of an affair, two intelligent people who deal with words
My Dreadful Body – Egana Djabbarova
For Djabbarova, the body functions as a palimpsest of symbols
The characters are diffuse, performing something of a vanishing act
Berceuse Parish – Burnside Soleil
The dance of these poems keeps a keen rhythm
The Harmattan Winds — Sylvain Trudel, Tr. from the French by Donald Winkler
So much time inside such a limited subjectivity also made me question my own. Was I right to read Hugues as pathological, even psychopathic?
In this era of autocorrect, Lewis’s characters speak in typos
The Dream of the Jaguar – Miguel Bonnefoy
Is Bonnefoy suggesting that we read these European colonial narratives as magical realist texts?
Rumi’s poems shuttle across time, place, belief, and tradition to refresh and guide our wearied spirits
Last Week in End Times Cinema – A. S. Hamrah
Read through a “full year of wrong thinking, bad decisions, and man-made disasters” and you will get some sense of just how dim Hollywood’s lights and luminaries are.