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The Translator Reads Harder Than the Critic
Three reviewers called it melancholic repetition. Translating it forced me to count, and the count turned out to be a clock that lands on the exact chapter the missing man comes home.
What the room is reading this week. Long-form work by people who write for a living and people who write to stay sane.
Three reviewers called it melancholic repetition. Translating it forced me to count, and the count turned out to be a clock that lands on the exact chapter the missing man comes home.
A reader in Tehran told me a pigeon in my poem was clearly the Central Bank governor. It was a pigeon. But her extra labour was not wasted, it was a resource I had not designed for yet.