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October 06, 2017
HENRY GREEN COCKTAIL COMPETITION
New Directions and NYRB Classics invite you to submit one sentence in the style of Henry Green writing on a napkin after his third martini. The person who pens the winning entry will receive $500 worth of ND and NYRB Classics books! You can submit to judges Barbara Epler and Edwin Frank by...
July 31, 2017
Across the Vapour Gulf by Will Alexander
To understand the vertical, the perpendicular, one must havesufficient thrusting of the psyche into the margins of existence.As if whole walls of sound were thrown up into the flaming spi-der's heaves and dissolved into the essence of light itself. Thislevel of which I speak insists on the...
July 31, 2017
Poem by George Oppen
This a vacant lot; Impenetrable groundOf embedded stones, Bottle-glass. My shoes growDusty, not of soil. No nor elsewhere. SimplyThis, and my dissatisfaction. Between eyes and shoes, a plane, A spaced companionship, opposingThis dust, and some immovable watchfulness.
July 31, 2017
The Star by Kazuko Shiraishi
"Are you shy?" it askedthere is a knocking sound in the boxa breath and a breath communicatethe winter moon like a hazy moon on a spring nightice hugged me tightthe mist got drunk and came to kiss meI stayed still it came to ask me again"Are you shy?"my eyes were heavy and began to open toward a...
July 31, 2017
Lullaby by Lesley Harrison
Once there was a womanwho gave birth to a sealwhite as haar, furred like a glove. It slid into the worldin a rush of kelp and brine,moon-eyed, cold as starlight. She wrapped it in the sea's greentill it grew warm,unbending from her a slow form uncurling finding pools and holes in the...
July 13, 2017
GONDWANA by Nathaniel Tarn
Last week a massive iceberg broke off of Antarctica. This month, ND publishes Gondwana, a new collection of poems by Nathaniel Tarn, named after the ancient supercontinent that broke apart 600 million years ago. We publish the title poem written when Tarn was traveling in Antarctica in...
June 27, 2017
IN OUR SYNAGOGUE by Franz Kafka
In our synagogue lives an animal about the size of a marten. There have been many sightings of it, as it will allow a human being to approach to within five feet. Its color is a pale turquoise. No one has yet touched its fur, so there is nothing to be said about that, although one would like to...
June 27, 2017
Every Mark on Paper is an Acoustic Mark by Susan Howe
April 10, 2017
THE INDIVIDUAL'S SOLILOQUY by Nicanor Parra
THE INDIVIDUAL'S SOLILOQUY I'm the individual. First I lived by a rock (I scratched some figures on it) Then I looked for some place more suitable. I'm the individual. First I had to get myself food,Hunt for fish, birds, hunt up wood (I'd take care of the rest later)...
March 30, 2017
Malambo Madness, Part II: In the Rockaways
In my last post, I described New Directions' improbable trip to rural Argentina to witness the dance at the heart of Leila Guerriero’s US debut, A Simple Story. This month, malambo came to us. Or at least as close as the Rockaways, where dance troupe Che Malambo performed on Saturday at...