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Let me tell you about a color that began as a fabled drink. It tasted harsh and punishing, like medicine. It began as a mythic elixir.
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.
Returns can betray our memory and reveal something new, a different image, a disappointment, a recital of disappearances.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
“Every novelist should possess a hermaphroditic imagination.”
In 1957, in a strange twist of political and historical fate, in front of Auerbachs Keller in Leipzig, Fausto Reinaga, the future modern prophet of Indian revolution, reaffirmed his destiny.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
That glass, bubble-bodied, dream-fetus of shadow-pallor, / Which will never enter life, / Looms like the negative / Of a clumsy, weary and ageing man’s failure.
Did he describe the blue stripe again, / unelected governor? / And from trees to hospitals, one story / perfectly formed suddenly entered into eternal rest.