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She Was Never Here – 3:AM Magazine

Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour, translated by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander (New Directions, 2018)

Source: She Was Never Here – 3:AM Magazine

The Galloping Hour: French Poems by Alejandra Pizarnik – YouTube

At 12′ mark, Forrest Gander begins his introduction —

Forrest Gander and Patricio Ferrari read their translations of Alejandra Pizarnik’s French poems found in “The Galloping Hour.” Never before rendered in English and unpublished during her lifetime, these French poems draw from personal life experiences and they echo readings of Pizarnik’s beloved/accursed French authors — Charles Baudelaire, Germain Nouveau, Arthur Rimbaud and Antonin Artaud. Anna Deeny Morales followed with a reading of her translations of Pizarnik’s “Diana’s Tree,” forthcoming this year. Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, to Russian Jewish parents, Pizarnik is considered one of Latin America’s most powerful and intense lyric poets of 20th century. A discussion followed the reading. The event was presented in collaboration with the Alan Cheuse International Writing Center and George Mason University.

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includes Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Prose (tr. Cole Heinowitz)

Hiromi Ito, The Thorn-Puller: New Tales of the Jizō Statue at Sugamo (tr. Jeffrey Angles)

Seedings issue 4 Duration Press

Alejandra Pizarnik: The Darkest Legacy Left | The Argentina Independent

Artist’s portrait of Alejandra Pizarnik

Alejandra Pizarnik: The Darkest Legacy Left | The Argentina Independent.

 

A Longhouse Birdhouse: ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK ~

Alejandra Pizarnik

(1936-1972)

MORTAL TIES

     A single thought cast out words like lifelines at sea. Making love

inside our embrace implied a black light: a darkness that started

gleaming. A rediscovered light, twice extinguished already, yet more

vibrant than a thousand suns. The color of a mausoleum for infants,

the deadened hues of repressed desire, opened up in the savage

room. The rhythm of our bodies disguised the flight of the ravens.

The rhythm of our bodies carved out a space of light inside that light.

A Longhouse Birdhouse: ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK ~.