“The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.” PastHappenedShadowRainInvisibleFugitive Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
“The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing. It steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. This is how one becomes undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of a mountain of shoes. By love that closes its mouth before calling a name.” PastSpiritNamesHappenedCallingMountainMouthsShadowRainLongingShoesSmellInvisibleBiographiesUndoneSteersMagnetismTorque Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
“Translation is a kind of transubstantiation; one poem becomes another. You can choose your philosophy of translation just as you choose how to live: the free adaptation that sacrifices detail to meaning, the strict crib that sacrifices meaning to exactitude. The poet moves from life to language, the translator moves from language to life; both, like the immigrant, try to identify the invisible, what's between the lines, the mysterious implications.” TryingKindPhilosophyMovingLanguageLinesSacrificePoetDetailsInvisibleMysteriousImmigrantsYou ChooseStrictAdaptationTranslationsImplicationsTranslatorsFugitiveBetween The LinesExactitudeTransubstantiation Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
