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The Epic
Last week I watched Nolan's Odyssey, and many years ago (let's say ten) I read a prose translation of it. 

My general thoughts on Nolan's Odyssey are that it's sufficiently faithful, and that Nolan's obsession with chronological disorder works well to give an impression of the original poem's overall vibe. The chuds were dead wrong, not only by being racist, but al...

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As in, "of the horizon"
As in, “of the horizon”

A summer day is something like a watermelon,
Ellis says, digging trenches with her toe, my accomplice niece.
We’ve come to watch seagulls steal bread, to lurk
among the bathers in their underwear like creeps.
I can’t resist—I ask her what she means. You know,
she says. With all the little seeds.

When you spy people...

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Atlantics
Atlantics


Leviathans swim deep under the world
of light and sound again. Under the heaving
dark, the first dreams, silenced and betrayed,
became frenzied nightmares with always empty
memory and stomachs. Beings accept
what monsters deny in avoided rest.

That is why I toe the waves, avoiding rest.
I dream and can’t recall those worl...

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Friday Night with Opioid
Friday Night with Opioid


My German friend is lovely. She listens
when you speak, and we’ve got no end
of private jokes. They buried her last week.

My best friend from Japan has gone
ten years without forgetting to give me a ring
on my birthday. His boys have stopped bedwetting,

while I throttle love with my bare hands, cook lavis...

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A Sketch
Indeed, as Elia was told, the girl
around whom he too slowly realized
much of his recent upset did revolve
was already at home, already dressed
in what the lady of the house had lent
for evening rest. Against the door he knocked
unmindful of what other ladies slept
within the chamber, for he knew full well
such serfs and guests were elsewhere to b...

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