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Poetry

  • The Barren Nothing-Place

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    On growing up in the creases of bilingual versions of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land

  • Moscow on the Med

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    Two winters in Istanbul. If you are a holder of a Russian passport, there are few places in the Western hemisphere that you can go without a visa.

  • The size of longing

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    On Jacob Israël de Haan’s Palestine and Arnold Zweig’s novel of post‑Zionist disillusionment

  • Two palindromes

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    → Setting of the Sun at West Mountain / Puffing & panting ←→ Worm-eaten Rimbaud / Always knowing whom ←

  • The art of losing

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    On artificial intelligence, murderous elephants & Elizabeth Bishop

  • Beamer, Dressman, Bodybag

    Beamer, Dressman, Bodybag

    On the unexpected joys of Denglisch, Berlinglish & global Englisch. « My own language, made camp. »

  • No money off a dead woman’s body (& other poems)

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    « I like my tyrants like I like my heroes. That is, crushed by a giant chandelier. »

  • When the world makes rags of us

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    He spoke of painting like a starving man speaks of food. On Józef Czapski, Memories of Starobielsk and the art of observation.

  • Of human children & language children

    Of human children & language children

    The first word I ever wrote was stsikukha: « pisser ». This is how my nanny Frosya called me to my face. On poetry and pathos in a bastard tongue.

  • Two palindromes

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    → → Pursuing / you lead me to come to the future.← ← coming to the future, I lead you / demanding.

  • Europas & bulls

    Europas & bulls

    A logo might start as a designer’s whim. Only then does one look for meanings to fill it with. On Europas: mythic, artistic, fictional, political, psychological, satirical, and finally unfinished.

  • Woman is space

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    « Space », or prostranstvo, is a key word for understanding the literary and philosophical history of Russia. Oksana Vasyakina’s Rana (Wound), a Siberian road novel, remakes the Russian landscape and the Russian novel for women’s worlds. It renders prostranstvo unruly, polysemous, queer.