Body of the Soul
BY LUDMILA ULITSKAYA ; TRANSLATED BY RICHARD PEVEAR & LARISSA VOLOKHONSKY
Yale University Press
2023
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Body of the Soul
BY LUDMILA ULITSKAYA ; TRANSLATED BY RICHARD PEVEAR & LARISSA VOLOKHONSKY
Yale University Press
2023
a selection
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O the purity
of the aloneness
of pulling off socks
Dark kitchen
but the lights of
a distant bridge
An old woman
breaking teeth
off a comb
Ignorant of their own souls
monkeys swinging
between temples
Possibly the
largest shell on the beach
and it looks like a shoe
Being sad
and pissing
at the same time
During lunch
stories about
sandwiches
Making
dying flowers glow
the moon's best intentions
Dusting a mirror
she takes a moment
to check her eyebrows
Small bronze head with big nose
holding down
take-out menus
Garden diary
all that's left
of the garden
Such an elegant rainfall
even the dog refuses
to shake it off
Cold summer rain
piercing my shirt
slipping between ribs
A small grave of sorrows
on one branch
in one bird
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Ronald Baatz
A Dream in the Cream
Black Fig Press, 2021
November 30, 1937 ~ March 21, 2024
DIARY OF EXILE III
April 25
This year the blackbirds are the tiles
on the roof of summer.
Fear gropes like the blind man's hand
for the handle of the door.
You sit on a rock
You're calm because you're tired
you're good because you were afraid
you forget easily because you don't want to remember
you don't forget.
May 1
The soldier crushed his cigarette into the ground.
How easily every single thing can be crushed.
Across the water, Laviro.
Who is it who said: the women reapers
with the swallows' scythe?
Cover your ears with your hands.
Shame. Shame.
May 3
The people sit in the sun
they take off their jackets
their boots become tight
the soldiers' armpits sweat.
You rub a little thyme between your fingers.
This is how we slowly slowly age
above the second death.
May 4
Someone is smoking beside the guardhouse.
The evening star looks out above the mountain
as if it's knocked on the wrong door.
The utility poles darken
they stretch full length
afraid they'll bend.
May 5
They owe us a lot.
If we don't get it back
we'll owe that too.
The floorboards are moldy from the damp
the windows warped the panes broken
dirtied sheets loose boots
the bread has no odor
the people have grown very thin
like saints.
Concentration camp
Makronisos, 1950
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Yannis Ritsos
Diaries of Exile
translated by Karen Emmerich & Edmund Kelley
Archipelago Books, 2013
M. Emmet Walsh in “Blood Simple” (1984), the first feature film by Joel and Ethan Coen.Credit...
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1935 ~ 2024