Metro by Tony Duvert, translated from French by S. C. Delaney and Agnès Potier

You sit down on a bench. It’s not a seat, but rather a sign suggesting a position of rest: half crouched, thigh-bones level, back squared or hunched toward the knees, pelvis crushed between both weights—a scale’s balance beyond all use. Migraine. The head gone, migraine within its space... Read More

Ossuarius by Eva Bujalka

Strange that the air down here should have more the texture of something living it, breathing it. Strange that the air itself should impress upon the living the sensation of breathing in the grave soil, the soil that is so afflicted with several lifetimes’ humors: black bile and phlegm, the cold... Read More

Three Poems by Ivonne Gordon, translated from Spanish by Cindy Rinne

A secret lodges itself in the ellipsis. / The dream eclipses my body into yours. / The suns multiply themselves in thousands of eyelids. / Green disguises us as fluid dreams. / We suspend from the lung of the wind. / The burnt stone, our witness, blesses the sacredness / of our name... Read More

Acéphale or the Initiatory Illusion: Paule Thévenin and André Masson, translated from French by Rainer J. Hanshe

In the mid-1930s, during a flagitious political era, Georges Bataille founded the journal Acéphale as a protest against the horrors of Nazism, all forms of fascism, and decadent democracy. In addition to serving politically as a contra-force to the populist spirit of the times, Acéphale was also to function aesthetically as a Dionysiac contagion... Read More

Never Change by Ali Power

weeks go by / you’re watching a black & white trilogy / with someone you resurrected / from a plane of holograms / who gifts you a hologram moon / you’re eating chocolate & popcorn / you’re waking up / between ugly cities / muddy paintings / heavy with geometry... Read More

A Senile Lucifer by Forrest Roth

I am spoken by having. I am kept by saying. I am laughing. A thing less by one witness, no longer keeping my company. Who has moved on far from without, without a cause to take with. I keep the thing. I wit the thingness, as in now, should one take offense to my laughing... Read More

Island Parts I-IV by Tom Haviv

The rocks’ peaks push higher and higher, splaying water, producing more wake. / As the travelers empty out their sockets: a rain, a volley of eyes, vectorizing the white sky. / Islands burst into view, wherever an eye sinks. / Until nearly all of the travelers go blind... Read More

Two Texts by Katy Mongeau

I fell asleep with our innards like a long sentimental rope. The white pillar holding all of this up has a halo. You can be ruined but not empty. You can be a temple but not empty. You can be a ruin but not nothing, no... Read More

Camilo Roldán, Lital Khaikin & JD Larson at Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop

Sunday, September 11, 2016, 3PM: Black Sun Lit and Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop present Camilo Roldán, Lital Khaikin & JD Larson... Read More

Two Stories by Laurie Stone

We did not communicate again. Now he is the age I was when we met, and I am the age Gardner was when he died. Sometimes it comes into my thoughts that I will die this year, too. There is something we feel we are supposed to give back, like feeding a body to the... Read More

Editors’ Note: Vestiges_02: Ennui

Free to be anywhere, boredom takes the writer everywhere. Free from apprehension, the writer is no longer pushed to panic by boredom, fumbling to alleviate it. What, then, does one do with this liberty? One not simply does but remembers, and detrimentally... Read More

Vestiges_02: Ennui Launch at Unnameable Books

Thursday, August 11, 2016, 7PM: Please join Black Sun as we celebrate the launch of Vestiges_02: Ennui with an evening of readings from Donald Breckenridge, Ian Dreiblatt, Laurie Stone, Matthew Jakubowski, Haley Hemenway Sledge & Erin Fleming... Read More