Recently I sat through the anime, Serial Experiments Lain; one more angst-filled story of a lonely girl living in urban Tokyo and her freaky experiences dealing with The Wired (read: Google if it were run by an evil cabal). It begins with Lain discovering that “girls from her school have received an e-mail […]
This is a translation of The Bluest of Lips by my friend Bella who also helped me with earlier translations for Babylon Crashing. Thank you, Bella!
Միթե՞ փտում է: Նույնիսկ փտելու ձայնն է լսվում կաթիլ առ կաթիլ:
Մատներդ մեղմ այն կիսաշրջազգեստի տակ են սահում,
Որում մահացավ: «Սիրում եմ խակ սեքս» ես ասում,
Իսկ խեղդվածը մեռյալ հայացքով […]
This is actually a re-write of an older poem I wrote around the time Hurricane Katrina destroyed New Orleans back in 2005. A USA Today account of what happened at St. Rita’s Nursing Home after the levees and dams broke:
A wall of water … hit the building, rose up the sides and then burst […]
In Japanese poetry there is the jisei, or death poem, the idea that on their death bed, in the final moment of life, a poet would compose a haiku summarizing their thoughts on death … or life … or whatever it is we think about as we leave this life for whatever comes next. […]