Serhiy Zhadan, reading in Kharkiv, March 21, 2022 Editor’s note: There are many ways to show solidarity with the people of Ukraine, and to stand for civilization, against barbarism. For the next seven days, we’ve decided to offer you a poem from Serhiy Zhadan, so that you will think of his words, . . .
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Serhiy Zhadan, reading in Kharkiv, March 21, 2022 Editor’s note: There are many ways to show solidarity with the people of Ukraine, and to stand for civilization, against barbarism. For the next seven days, we’ve decided to offer you a poem from Serhiy Zhadan, so that you will think of his words, . . .
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(Photo by David Lombardo) Last night it rained, and then turned cold.Today the trees are coated in ice,every bare branch, every tiny needleon the evergreens. Now the sun’s come out,the sparkle on the trees is dazzling,enough to lift the heaviest heart,enough to make you think this world’snot so hopeless as it seemed . . .
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Tonight, driving home from the Mass Review office, I listened to a report on All Things Considered. An expert from the Kroc Institute for International Peace Studies opined on the distinctions between “invasion” and “incursion” and how best to describe what’s happening today in Ukraine. It’s difficult, of course, to keep one’s blood from boiling, or to . . .
Read MoreA project by Alfredo Jaar (www.alfredojaar.net). Erri De Luca, Bird Song / Canto cinciallegra , translated by Jim Hicks (2021) Christmas came a couple of weeks early at our house. During the first week of December, I received an email from Alfredo Jaar, the Chilean-born artist and photographer, recipient of Guggenheim and . . .
Read More(Part Three) In me also exists—as within any other citizen of a country where capitalism is unchallenged—a consumer self. This self for years now buys almost exclusively organic food, not only because he is careful not to poison himself any more that he has to, but also because he believes this is . . .
Read More(Part Two) Inside me, though, there is also a writerly self. This me is like a ferocious crocodile that fights to find food and freedom. He’s used to winning and often tears his adversaries to pieces in a single bite, so he’s a pretty fearsome beast. This writer/crocodile self argues that all . . .
Read More(Part One) Inside me there’s also a militant self. It first showed itself when I was very young; later it became more stealthy, like a spring with water that doesn’t rise to the surface, leaving the stream bed dry. Throughout my life he has always made an effort to keep current and . . .
Read MoreInside me exists a self that years ago decided to study agronomy—where that idea came from exactly, who knows? Many aspects of our selves remain a mystery. For forty years this self did work in soil science, and, even at a time when few were talking about climate change, he always felt . . .
Read MoreDragi Nane, On this side of the pond, it’s Veteran’s Day, so I decided to write you a letter. Since we last talked, I’ve been planning to follow up, and since the main issue is surely not ours alone, I’ve decided to make it an open letter. Perhaps a few others might . . .
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