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Featured Article
Orient und Okzident Brian Morton
Barbara Haus Schwepcke and Bill Swainson (editors), forewords by Daniel Barenboim and Mariam C. Said, A New Divan: A lyrical dialogue between East and West (Ginkgo); Marilyn Hacker, Blazons: new and selected poems 2000–2018 (Carcanet)

‘Orient und Okzident / nicht mehr zu trennen.’ Even at the approaching end (surely?) of the jihadist spasm, even after a sturdy re-reading of Edward Said’s Orientalism, which warned against reifying ‘the East’ as an exotic bazaar, Goethe’s words might seem impossibly utopian, even as a wish. Kipling might seem to offer the more realistic prediction; the twain seem still reluctant to meet. Two centuries after Goethe mused on East and West, forty years after Said’s salutary essay, the world is much foreshortened; Islam and what remains of Christendom are not so much in proximity as intermixed, but often not much better combined than oil and water and sometimes as binary explosive.

Goethe wrote his great West-ōstlicher Divan under the benign influence of the Persian pub poet Hafiz and in correspondence with his late love Marianne von Willemer; the wife of a friend, she became ‘Suleika’ to Goethe’s ‘Hatem’, and may have contributed a couple of lovely lyrics to the East and West winds. In Weimar, Goethe’s last home, there is a monument to the two (male) poets, a pair of chairs carved out of a single piece of granite and disposed facing one another in what still looks like an adversarial rather than companionable or clubby way, as if the world still doesn’t quite know how to interpret Goethe’s late masterpiece and its inspiration. And indeed, it remains surprisingly little ... read more
Two Poems
Brigit Pegeen Kelly Music

On this side of the dunes, there is no wind.   On the other
side, the sea side, the wind comes across the water, and
always, soft or hard, it blows.   But on this side, even when a
little wind finds its way here, you can hide from it,
because in back of the dunes, which are like pyramids, great
white pyramids, there are many small dunes, the dunes’
offspring, and in the small dunes there are countless
windless hollows in which you can lie down and listen to
crow cry and the low sound of the sea.   There is a gun
... read more
The Feeling Sonnets
Eugene Ostashevsky 17.
This is my totter. This is my other totter.
They play at dress and redress.
They are princesses. They wear prints.          They wear prints out.
Out of what. Out of line. Out to what. Out to tatters.
They, hey. Hey do they speak.
They speak a speak. They speak a speak of mines and takes.
They speak a speak of ekes and keeps. They speak a speak of rates and tears.
They speak a speak I speak of not speaking. Hey.
My totter totters across the room. My other totter totters across the room.
My two totters totter across the room. They take a stance.
... read more
Selected from the Archive...
in conversation with Natalia Ginzburg Tim Parks After a hopeless night in a couchette the train was two hours late arriving. I had to rush across a Rome I don't know to get to my appointment on time. My tape recorder had already decided not to work and I was relieved. My motive, anyway, in arranging this interview had been more to have an excuse to meet a writer whose work I admire than to achieve a journalistic scoop, and tape recorders are embarrassing. Thus the interview was noted down immediately afterwards between showers of spring rain on the steps of Piazza di Spagna.

Ginzburg was not disappointing. Small, white-haired, bright-eyed and modestly dressed, she met me in her office at the publishers Einaudi. Forthright in general and self-effacing as far as her own work was concerned, she was quick to say she didn't know as ... read more
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