Four poems by Franca Mancinelli, in John Taylor’s translations, have been published in The Blue Nib (April 11, 2020): one can play dead: arms spread, the backbone for a keel, nothing in the mind, motion like a memory of water. * the day’s come, the wind won’t rise. Running between beacons and beatings—at the dock a […]
Read MoreQuatre poèmes de Franca Mancinelli, traduits par John Taylor, dans la revue The Blue Nib (le 11 avril 2020) one can play dead: arms spread, the backbone for a keel, nothing in the mind, motion like a memory of water. * the day’s come, the wind won’t rise. Running between beacons and beatings—at the dock a few […]
Read MoreJohn Taylor’s poem « The Secret » has been published in the Spring 2020 issue of The Bitter Oleander. from « The Secret »: The landscape is interior. * What is high is higher. What is narrow is narrower. What is dark is darker. * What shines like snow shines like ice or pure light. Streams flow […]
Read MoreUn poème, « The Secret », dans le numéro du printemps 2020 de la revue The Bitter Oleander. « The Secret » (extrait) The landscape is interior. * What is high is higher. What is narrow is narrower. What is dark is darker. * What shines like snow shines like ice or pure light. Streams flow like […]
Read MorePeter Riley a écrit dans la Fortnightly Review ces mots sur At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (The Bitter Oleander Press) de Franca Mancinelli: « . . . Much could be said about how . . . [Franca Mancinelli] will again and again present us with an intimate moment or act which is then effortlessly woven into a […]
Read MoreThe British poet Peter Riley has written these words about Franca Mancinelli‘s « At an Hour’s Sleep from Here » (The Bitter Oleander Press): « . . . Much could be said about how . . . [Franca Mancinelli] will again and again present us with an intimate moment or act which is then effortlessly woven into a […]
Read MoreUn petit film sur At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (The Bitter Oleander Press), de Franca Mancinelli, traduit de l’italien par John Taylor.
Read MoreA little film about At an Hour’s Sleep from Here (The Bitter Oleander Press), by Franca Mancinelli, translated from the Italian by John Taylor
Read MoreThe poetic sequence « Postcards for a Landscape » has been published in the third issue of the January Review. Postcards for a Landscape earth, an obscure page: what happens is written shatters and crumbles in the darkness reaches meaning, is lost. * the sea changes the earth moves through furrows, rows of sowing, roads that […]
Read MoreLa série poétique « Portcards for a Landscape » de Franca Mancinelli viennent d’être publiée dans le troisième numéro de la January Review. Postcards for a Landscape earth, an obscure page: what happens is written shatters and crumbles in the darkness reaches meaning, is lost. * the sea changes the earth moves through furrows, rows of […]
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