a murmuring art: translations of Henri Michaux’s asemic texts by Hannah Kezema
you’re a cascade, lightly / undefined and undressed, / mad / now / tangled of word / i, noise-light / might soften / in sprawling / would i seem just an evening under the star of sky / or could i ruminate from each side / into modern...
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Naked Thoughts Book Launch at Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop
Sunday, October 20, 2019, 4 PM: Please join Black Sun Lit for the launch of Róbert Gál’s Naked Thoughts, featuring a bilingual + interactive performance by the author and readings by Vestiges contributors Anna Gurton-Wachter, Nicola Masciandaro & Kyra Simone... Read More
Open Call for Submissions: Vestiges_05: Lacunae
Black Sun Lit is now accepting submissions for the fifth volume of Vestiges: Lacunae. The writer of the twenty-first century is both confronted and confounded by a world that has become all too knowable. With erudition and the future at their fingertips, today’s writer is no longer fulfilled by saying the inexplicable but depleted by... Read More
Four Poems by Shira Dentz
wild flusters rose over rocks / tombs / callously forbidding / combing / may when nightfall / cutting emblem / surround serrate / loose—no? regurgitate. / sway a line / tilted and bulbous / creek / fall asleep... Read More
Three Poems from From A Winter Notebook by Matvei Yankelevich
It sounded so much better before I wrote it down, / even my jealousy seemed wingéd, like Marina’s. / Does the road wind up hill all the way? My teeth will rot, / but I’ll be rot, I hope, before that happens — then will words / mean what they say, finally…, then will you... Read More
Fragments from Moon Ring by Annie Le Brun, trans. from French by Alicen Weida
Children of this century, avert your gaze. Lips are no longer on every word. Words climb pell-mell onto the backs of things. And things, wandering in the desert of their own erosion, seek to bribe our bones, the uncertain keepers of a fortified mirage... Read More
Three Poems by Kirsten Ihns
sneezer in the foi yay, permitted as i am to name my hour / the pummeling quality that uniquely static can, i take it on / i produce a horrible noise / i intensify / the horrible noise i track across the surface of text every time / mud / no i track the slow... Read More
Carnelian by Naomi Falk
And not all touches aim to fix. We are forming something anew. I’ve grown my nails so I can brandish them on my lovers; to pass light strokes over their surface out of boredom or to leave gestural trenches of punctured sin. I often confront our seeking of pain during intimacy within the context of... Read More
Desert Vivant by Isabel Sobral Campos
no point thinking from carcass to cemetery / no point thinking, or if thinking, the thought / licks the pebble or desert domed cloud / it weighs then beats brow / now that / ancestors sleep with sharks / the herring haunts these waterless place / a sculled face... Read More