There are pains that have lost their memory and don’t remember why they are painful. — Antonio Porchia, Voices. (Copper Canyon Press; Bilingual edition April 1, 2003) Originally published January 1st 1969. Translated by W. S. Merwin.
Poem Written To Replace Another There was a long sentence I wanted to say in the dream, about life in America, about the literature of apocalypse or living in caves, or living within earshot of trains. Which is to say I don’t recall a thing that I dreamed last night, the color of anything, the… Continue reading Paul Guest