The car was gliding over the drying asphalt and everything around me seemed strange and beautiful beyond words. Ruthlessly beautiful. As if nature itself had decided to flaunt all the precious treasures of this land, which I was destined to lose.
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Futurists like Mayakovsky were never merely utopian or fanciful in their views. Instead, they believed in the power of art to revolutionize everyday life by transforming people’s perception of, and engagement with, the spaces and objects around them. Their world-making was playful, but it was far from just a game.
Worldplay: Gennady Aygi’s Love Letter to the Russian Avant-Garde Read More »
You have reel—reeling is a part of the process of healing and they’re both equally valid. You know, we should be reeling because of what’s going on right now.
Reeling-Healing: A Conversation with Teresa Fellion Read More »
All the cards do–I say as if it’s a small thing–is show you yourself.
“A Wish, A Witch, and the Tarot” Read More »
The newspapers are, sir, blight, disorder of the first order, just like everything that’s printed; but I tread all over it.
A Rendezvous with the Censor: Notes and a Translation of Jaroslav Hašek Read More »
What still feels so traumatic to people in Norway was to outsiders just another bad event in a never-ending series of bad events.
An Interview with Ola Jostein Jørgensen, author of “No One Dreams of Oslo” Read More »
“What are we going to do with all those cats?”
Gravity and Waggery: A Review of Bohumil Hrabal’s “All My Cats” Read More »
You are now a possibility in the whole country, // traversing the once-border—that no one sees—
After the Wall (1991) Read More »
We were not duped by capitalism and didn’t desire
exploitation, and a lot of us saw Western consumerism as both shallow and wasteful. It’s more because of our poverty and powerlessness than our intelligence that in the end all we got in Eastern Europe was neoliberal capitalism. After all, even American citizens, empowered, enlightened individuals, have been unable to stop its ruthless progress.
Bronka Nowicka’s poems, “Tights” and “Stone,” translated from the Polish by Katarzyna Szuster, appear in the Michigan Quarterly Review’s Fall 2019 Europe issue. Tights It likes the taste of a knee. In the summer, it has mouthfuls straight from the skin, in the winter, through tights until its tongue is covered with cotton hairs. With
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