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Page 182 from Issue 77 Bread sit on the table of madness like a loaf of bread when the bag tears all your slices will tumble out that's all that will happen you'll have been sliced up much earlier 1978 182 Issue 77 page ...
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Page 192 from Issue 77 Mirror See how the mirror sees everything the other way round, draws each object here into a perspective of its own, mixes up left and right without our knowing it, but then sets down everything before it sensibly again in one recta ...
Winter 1989/90
Page 195 from Issue 77 You didn't notice any of this. I took your coat and put it on the bed (where like a conspirator it spread itself out like me with one hand on its breast). I wanted the beret to stay like that- why did you take it off? You p ...
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Page 200 from Issue 77 The Rats Died in a Wet Barrel The rats died in a wet barrel. Their heads rolled, though no one had wrung their necks. Their mouths touched each other's mouths, but their heads fell back, without desire. The poor wretches li ...
Winter 1989/90
Page 201 from Issue 77 "The Forest of Yellow Bamboo Trees" This is one of Mardhekar's most surreal poems; in an earlier version of the translation I had given it the title "Radio Music." Written in the twilight ...
Winter 1989/90
Page 202 from Issue 77 The Forest of Yellow Bamboo Trees The forest of yellow bamboo trees underlines the sky with its song; between the lines, the mind grinds up the promise to live (not now, but tomorrow). The lemon tree carves in the wind old neuter fu ...
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Page 207 from Issue 77 "Her Dream" It is impossible not to interpret this as an autobiographical poem; it is about Sam's tragic widowhood as a very young woman. As I noted in my comments on Raghuvir Sahay's "Ou ...
Winter 1989/90
Page 208 from Issue 77 Her Dream Her dream, like the dream of a dozen other women. A full plate, deliciously full. Places to go, things to do, morning and evening. Neatly ironed clothes. A nicely furnished home. Sometimes a play, sometimes a concert-with ...
Winter 1989/90
Page 212 from Issue 77 to the mouth that pours its verbiage into them, salaam, to the millions who wait and watch and listen and believe, salaam, to the master hypnotists who practice all their skills on them, salaam, salaam, dear friends, to everyone, sa ...
