Des extraits du « Croatian Notebook » (« Taccuino croato ») de la poétesse italienne Franca Mancinelli ont paru dans la Fortnightly Review, traduits par John Taylor. Voici l’un des extraits: I DON’T KNOW why I’m here. Perhaps I have obeyed the sound of broken branches, which reaches me from this unknown language, like walking in a dense forest. There is […]
Read MoreExcerpts from Franca Mancinelli‘s « Croatian Notebook, » in John Taylor’s translation, have appeared in The Fortnightly Review. Here is an excerpt from the excerpts: I DON’T KNOW why I’m here. Perhaps I have obeyed the sound of broken branches, which reaches me from this unknown language, like walking in a dense forest. There is something immediately familiar […]
Read MoreMark Glanville a analysé At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (traduction John Taylor, Bitter Oleander Press) de Franca Mancinelli, dans le Times Literary Supplement du 27 février 2020: John Taylor’s latest translations of the Italian poet Franca Mancinelli constitute a prequel to his excellent version of her prose poems, The Little Book of Passage. Published in Italian as A […]
Read MoreMark Glanville has reviewed Franca Mancinelli‘s At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (translation John Taylor, Bitter Oleander Press) in the Times Literary Supplement (No. 6100, 27 February 2020): John Taylor’s latest translations of the Italian poet Franca Mancinelli constitute a prequel to his excellent version of her prose poems, The Little Book of Passage. Published in […]
Read MoreSur son blog Rough Ghosts, Joseph Schreiber a analysé At an Hour’s Sleep from Here de Franca Mancinelli (traduction par John Taylor, Bitter Oleander Press): as the world was collapsing at night I would walk among the clods of dirt over a hill on which you cannot tell if it is slowly swelling into a mountain […]
Read MoreJoseph Schreiber has reviewed Franca Mancinelli‘s At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (translation John Taylor, Bitter Oleander Press) on his blog Rough Ghosts: as the world was collapsing at night I would walk among the clods of dirt over a hill on which you cannot tell if it is slowly swelling into a mountain or […]
Read MoreVoici quelques extraits de At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (Bitter Oleander Press), de Franca Mancinelli, recueil traduit par John Taylor. Les extraits se trouvent sur le site-blog de Franca Mancinelli: from Mala kruna (2007) se avessimo la febbre insieme staremmo come due cucchiai riposti asciutti nel cassetto. I piedi avanti e indietro come stracci per fare […]
Read MoreHere are some excerpts from Franca Mancinelli’s At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (Bitter Oleander Press), translated by John Taylor. They appear on Franca Mancinelli’s website: from Mala kruna (2007) se avessimo la febbre insieme staremmo come due cucchiai riposti asciutti nel cassetto. I piedi avanti e indietro come stracci per fare le carezze ai pavimenti […]
Read MoreSabine Dewulf has reviewed John Taylor’s Hublots-Portholes (Editions L’Oeil ébloui) on her Facebook page « Le Miroir d’or »: Aujourd’hui, je vous présente un très beau recueil, par le poème qui y trace ses lignes marines, par la peinture de ses cercles bleutés et par une mise en page qui laisse les feuillets aussi libres que ceux d’un livre […]
Read MoreSabine Dewulf a écrit sur sa page Facebook « Le Miroir d’or » cet bel article sur Hublots –Portholes (Editions L’Oeil ébloui) de John Taylor, peintures de Caroline François-Rubino, traduction de Françoise Daviet-Taylor: Aujourd’hui, je vous présente un très beau recueil, par le poème qui y trace ses lignes marines, par la peinture de ses cercles bleutés et […]
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