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Aug 15, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Mariana Spada |Bora Chung |Wesley Lewis
Mariana Spada’s poetry collection The Law of Conservation is out this month from Deep Vellum in Robin Myers’s translation. In this poem, Spada echoes the questions and comments she receives about her trans identity from the people around her. When did you knowwhat you were? What didyou feel the first time you glanced at yourself in the mirrorand knew?
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Aug 7, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Cristina Garza |Jadd HILAL |Wesley Lewis
Is it “femicide” or “feminicide”? I’ve been asked when referring, in English, to the murder of my younger sister, Liliana Rivera Garza, at the hands of her ex-boyfriend, Angel González Ramos, which occurred in Mexico City on July 16, 1990, and which I explore in Liliana´s Invincible Summer (Hogarth Press, 2023).
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Aug 2, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Tahir Hamut Izgil |Shenaz Patel |Wesley Lewis
I was born at the very end of the 1960s in a poor, unattractive little settlement on the northwestern edge of the Taklamakan Desert. This settlement was a production brigade in the Peyzawat Land Reclamation Sector, which belonged to the third division of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps. The production brigades in the sector were situated several kilometers from one another; traveling between brigades meant a trip down dirt roads through the desert.
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Aug 1, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Omar Youssef Souleimane |Tobias Carroll |Wesley Lewis
On March 15, 2011, when he heard about the uprising, Mohammad was in his shop, Liberty. He automatically closed the windows, turned off the light, and hid in the dressing room for an hour. In the days that followed, he wondered: Where was Syria going? Was the regime going to fall? And would the revolution be stifled? No one had the answers to these questions. So, like many, he’s waiting to see what the future holds. But today he is full of desire, hesitation, and anguish as he waits for a young man.
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Jul 26, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Tahir Hamut Izgil |Galina Rymbu |Wesley Lewis
Words Without Borders is the premier destination for a global literary conversation. Founded in 2003, WWB seeks to expand cultural understanding by giving readers unparalleled access to contemporary world literature in English translation while providing a vital platform for today’s international writers. Words Without Borders is the premier destination for a global literary conversation.
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Jul 25, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Maru Ayase |Michel Jean |Tobias Carroll |Wesley Lewis
When he glanced her way, Sekiguchi Masashi saw that the writer’s wife, sitting at the kitchen table, had started silently munching away on a bowlful of mixed nuts. She was sucking them into her mouth one after another, grains of every size and color imaginable—brown, cream, black, white. Sekiguchi felt a sticky sense of discomfort spread throughout his chest just watching. He had never had a strong stomach. A bowl of oil-rich nuts would undoubtedly give him indigestion.
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Jul 24, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Sohini Basak |Jenny Bhatt |Suhasini Patni |Wesley Lewis
Out of Sri Lanka (Bloodaxe Books, 2023) shines light upon a long-neglected national literature by bringing together, for the first time, Sri Lankan and diasporic poetry written in and after Independence. Featuring over a hundred poets translated from Tamil and Sinhala, or writing in English, the anthology intends to exhibit poetry as a vehicle of anti-amnesia and of witness to the various political events that have shaped the country since 1948.
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Jul 20, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Nathalie Handal |Wesley Lewis
If each city is like a game of chess, the day when I have learned the rules, I shall finally possess my empire, even if I shall never succeed in knowing all the cities it contains. —Italo Calvino, Invisible CitiesCan you describe the mood of Zürich as you feel/see it? Zürich is a city built at human scale. Everything a person needs to be happy lies within reach. This harbors huge internal tensions: if you aren’t happy, that’s entirely on you.
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Jul 19, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Souhaib Ayoub |Jintu Gitarth |Tobias Carroll |Wesley Lewis
I watched Mustafa Abu Khadra from inside Alia’s shop. He smoked long cigarettes nonstop, inhaling them between his fat lips and spitting out the tobacco that had stuck to his tongue. He stole glances at me from behind his fingers while I hung up dresses on a clothes rack inside. I dropped them, distracted. I started working with Alia after the sawmill owners, the vegetable sellers, and the butchers in Souq Al-Qamih had all refused to hire me. They told my father I was too scrawny.
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Jul 13, 2023 | 
wordswithoutborders.org | Iryna Shuvalova |Wesley Lewis |Alex Averbuch
This poem consists of summaries of the sixteen-year correspondence of the author's grandmother with her friends and relatives after she emigrated from Ukraine to Israel. This excerpt of a larger poema consists of found language taken from summaries of the sixteen-year correspondence of my late grandmother, Ludmila, conducted with friends and relatives after she emigrated from Ukraine to Israel in 2002.
