• Events

    LIT 33 Launch

    LIT 33, the culmination of work gathered before, and during the Pandemic features work from Dante Alighieri, Mary Jo Bang, Mark Bibbins, Elaine Equi, Hettie Jones, David Lehman, Vladimir Mayakovsky, Sharon Mesmer, Sigrid Nunez, Joyce Carol Oates, John Reed,

  • Art and Photography,  Translation

    Dream Time: The Art of Christian Veschambre

    all paintings are oil on canvas

     

    Seeing a painting by Christian Veschambre for the first time can feel like you’ve been drawn into the vortex of an alternate universe. Figures emerge from a sandstorm unaware someone – us – is watching. They appear in profile or in movement, as if the force of the wind is sculpting them mid-action, sweeping away layers of stone and sand. We get the sense they’re not meant to be seen. When staring out from the canvas – as do some – they are as if startled, ready to frighten,

  • Art and Photography,  Global Voices,  Translation

    Translating Empathy in a Time of War

    Global Voices – Letter from Poland

     

    Katarzyna Szuster-Tardi & Mark Tardi

     

    At a slightly different historical moment, they could have been our grandparents – or us. They come from places with names that are familiar, like Kyiv, Lviv, and Odessa as well as from places that weren’t part of our mental map a few weeks ago – like Kryvyi Rih and Kherson. All of them have had to leave behind what they know and love: partners, relatives, friends, landscapes, pets. They’ve brought with them what they could: a few changes of clothes and whatever else one might grab when the pulse drum of panic and self-preservation are confronted with two enemies,

  • Art and Photography,  Prose,  Translation

    Three Short Vignettes by Mariella Mehr (translated from the German by Caroline Froh)

    Artwork by Isabel Peterhans

     

    WHEN CHESTNUT BLOSSOMS GREW INTO YOUR BEDROOM

    Laughter is a bright wall around us. A ceremony of drunken greetings over at the next table, the noise of belonging together. Hanging overhead, whiffs of cool oil and hungry desire – rosy, edged in black. Housewife faces, student faces, plump party mouths, little girl faces, intellectuals, sensitives – but mostly males. The Weavers, you say, was always a waiting room. The host carries bad wine from table to table. You have your I-am-strong-on-my-own face on.