A pencil. A piece of wood encasing a graphite core that can draw in a thousand hues of grey and black. The memory of the first attempt at writing, the hardness of the wood between uncertain fingers, the exertion of small force on the paper and finally, carefully drawn marks of different thicknesses and angles. Joanna Concejo’s many works evoke this forgotten memory of our graphite past.
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Graham is not a poet of language so much a poet of mark and gesture. His fundamental unit of work is not the word but the expressive stroke. That is to say: he’s just another Cornish Expressionist, like his friends.
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neighborhood, our village, our town, our state, our history, our beaches, our apples, our army… are mightier, prettier, tastier, richer, more meaningful, more special, more courageous than those of the rest of the world.
At the time of the discussion, the tenor of the mainstream pro-Remain discourse – with honourable and important exceptions, most of which were and are clear-sightedly and with a heavy heart more anti-anti-Remain than pro–was to my mind at a particularly politically and tactically dunderheaded pitch, and this is reflected in my remarks. I stand by this critique.
SELMA ASOTIĆ is a bilingual poet from Sarajevo. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in EuropeNow, The Well Review, and Tinderbox Poetry Journal. She is the co-founder and co-editor of BONA, a Sarajevo-based magazine for feminist theory and art. She is currently pursuing an MFA degree at Boston University. Mostly, she would prefer not
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Benjamin Paloff guest edited MQR’s Fall 2019 Europe Issue, and introduces the issue with the following essay. I spent Election Night 2016 in a tense information blackout high above the Atlantic. My wife, Megan, was seated next to me, and my colleague Ewa, with whom Megan had translated a 1920s novel with an unrelentingly dim
Featuring Essays by Jenny Erpenbeck, Elaine van der Geld, Jamal Mahjoub, and Eleni Theodoropoulos. Fiction by Mauro Covacich, Anzhelina Polonskaya, Dario Voltolini, and Mohit Manohar. Poetry by Jerzy Ficowski, Ken Babstock, H.L. Hix, GK Tewari, and Marianne Chan. And Translations by Mira Rosenthal, Ottilie Mulzet, Andrew Wachtel, and Marino D’Orazio
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After my dad died and my mom’s worsening dementia forced her into a care facility, it fell to my sister and me to clean out their house. When we walked inside, it was like uncovering an intact archaeological site. My dad’s closet was still filled with his fleece jackets and golf shirts. Inside the pantry, opened bags of potato chips and crackers were sealed with clips. I expected my mom to walk into the kitchen, grab the half-used bottle of Windex from the shelf and clean the table.
On that last day, we read images taken
from a moving car, listening
to the artist speak of wanting that way
time stretches things out
readable in the frame
