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Notebook 2021
Peter Handke
‘‘Order is half of life’ – and the other half? – You get one guess.’
Extracts from Peter Handke’s notebook, translated by Peter Kuras.
Reunified German Images
Fredric Jameson
‘Political or not, the element Rauch works in is certainly what we call History.’
Fredric Jameson on the paintings of Neo Rauch.
SO WHAT
Frederick Seidel
‘Poetry is a disgrace on a warm spring day in March. You look at the sky with unconditional love.’
Poetry by Frederick Seidel.
Wings of Red
James W. Jennings
‘Every time you could have died you kind of do.’
An extract from Wings of Red by James. W. Jennings.
Israel in 600 Words or Less
Etgar Keret
‘My mind contains a lot of good answers to bad questions’
Etgar Keret on the impossibility of representing a nation.
His Idylls at Happy Grove
Ishion Hutchinson
'the sand trenches, where the anonymous / sprung up a permanent humility.'
Poetry from Ishion Hutchinson
Ed’s Things
Robert Glück
‘The past is no longer behind me but in front.’
An extract from About Ed by Robert Glück.
The Solution is Within
Évelyne Trouillot
‘How are we living? Every morning we wake up and wonder what happened last night.’
Évelyne Trouillot on the crisis in Haiti.
In Conversation
Juliet Jacques & Iphgenia Baal
‘I think people who ape the sentiments of others often go on to believe the thing they said. It becomes their opinion.’
Juliet Jacques and Iphgenia Baal discuss early digital cultures, precarity and social architecture.
Blood comedy
K Patrick
‘Stopping has become a mutual desire. The things we want to stop. Mostly sounds of other people.’
A poem by K Patrick.
The Premonition
Banana Yoshimoto
‘A sudden rustling in your chest. A premonition of understanding.’
Fiction by Banana Yoshimoto, translated by Asa Yoneda.
Ava
Devon Brody
‘It is a nice thing when we say to each other, I am as happy with you as I am when I am alone.’
A story by Devon Brody.
Vengeance is Mine
Marie NDiaye
‘I’m simply trying to do good, Sharon, in the way that I can.’
Fiction by Marie NDiaye, translated by Jordan Stump.
Sever Babylon
Fer Boyd
‘On this fine, hazy day, the eyes are hazel, the tongue long and spackled with a white coating.’
Fiction by Fer Boyd, winner of The Space Crone Prize.
