‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.
Wallace Stevens’s Memory
‘It was / a line that signaled absolute forgetting / and it made me want to weep into my drink’
A Sharing Economy
‘The Paying Guest rises in the middle of the night / to turn off the radio where no radio exists’
The Blue Clerk
‘Now you are sounding like me, the clerk says. I am you, the author says.’
Song for Goliath
‘I see them as a needlepoint sampler, / flowing script that reads: everyone suffers.’
Nassau homme recouvert d’une couverture de laine assis au sol sous une série de clous...
After Ann Lauterbach
‘The piano eyes me / from its corner – / colluding with the past’
Assuming the Habits of the Day and Night
‘my every day is a being in of being / a mixity of worlds’
‘here we come / with our living // fruit baskets and / soon to wilt white flowers’
The Republic of Motherhood
‘a cardigan / soft as a creature, smelling of birth and milk’ – New poetry from Liz Berry.
‘I’m too tired she said / to be this happy / & we laughed without / moving our hands’
‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’
‘May it not be / that they owe their fleshiness / to the cumulative effect?’
A Pinch of Salt
‘When we’re close to weaning / ourselves history gives us its reasons / to return’
‘Underneath the leaves that stack my upper lip / the reindeer do not share their love.’ Translated from the Korean by Jake Levine.
‘If I had no money for every time / I saw a stock photo of an empty / pocket being pulled inside-out, I’d / have no money.’
Mars is a Stupid Planet
‘Even astronauts describe / our air as thick enough to slice / and spread on toast for breakfast.’
‘His sheets smell of formalin. / She feels as if her insides // are outside her, in a freezer.’
Fourth Person Singular
‘The wet in the air is like signal anxiety: life is about to / change.’
The Remains of the Day
‘I am lying in the foetal position on a beach in the east of England.’
Portrayal: A Double Portrait
‘You can’t control your face / The Empire has over-reached / Expressions // Have become flags’