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Author Archives: JMN
The Poem of ‘^Antara’ (6th Century A.D.)
The text I use is from A.J. Arberry, Arabic Poetry: A Primer for Students (Cambridge University Press, 1965). Arberry says the poem is likely not by ^Antara, but is in the spirit of “one of the greatest hero-poets of the … Continue reading
Snapshot of Crack Wordcraft
This snapshot is from Poetry, July/August 2023. Midway through Wong May’s poem titled “The Last Film,” the speaker’s mother-in-law melts down briefly after a movie (“8 Women” by François Ozon) and a restaurant dinner (fried courgette flowers, salade Niçoise) with … Continue reading
‘Everything Floats’
As for Fuji… it’s nothing but three quick strokes: a swoop to the top, a bobble for the summit, a long glide back to the ground. […] What Hokusai and his successors affirm over and over is that there’s no … Continue reading
Can We Park the ‘Passion’ for a Moment?
… When the phrase I’m passionate aboutis trotted out like a mirror,I adjust the last of my hair,my dubious neck folded into my collar: a dirty wad of dollars.(Randall Mann, from “The Ritz,” Poetry, May 2023) Many are “passionate” about … Continue reading
The Case of the Bashful Punchline
Jared Bartman. [New York Times illustration] “Is it ever easier?” a young writer asked me recently. “Do you ever grow a thicker skin?” She was suffering because an essay she’d written about the death of her mother had been rejected … Continue reading
‘L’avidité de tes muqueuses cannibales’
Emilie Moorhouse’s translations of the verse of Joyce Mansour (1928-1986) in Poetry, June 2023, give full-throated voice to the satisfactions of the originals. Take the line from “Fever your sex is a crab” that serves as my title: Lack of … Continue reading
The Poem of an-Nābiḡa (Died ca. A.D. 604)
In this complicated, ancient poem* I glimpse the life of squalid intrigue and dependency that was ever the courtier’s lot. At the mercy of the tyrant’s whim and the plots of competitors, his is a routine of flattery, complaint and … Continue reading
Sometimes I Miss the Forest for Dwelling on the Trees
In reading “The ‘Change’ in Climate Change” by Jacob Shores-Argüello (Poetry, June 2023), I stiffened attentively at the following: … Because a year before,a hurricane reaved its way across this country for the first timein recorded history… The country is … Continue reading
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Tagged English-French, English-Spanish, language, poetry, reading, translation
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A Tenacious Seeking of Certainty Sows More Doubt
I’ve saved this passage by Kafka translator Ross Benjamin in my notes since early February. In re-reading it I realize anew how cogently it expresses my own experience of reading poetry, never mind translating it. It ends with a compelling … Continue reading
A Compelling Rationale for Taking Up Versifying
Monet grew up in East New York in Brooklyn and started writing poetry when she was 8 because she was “fascinated by typewriters and people who would sit at typewriters,” she said. Monet fondly recalls her former college adviser: “I … Continue reading →