Author: ilya

  • Alexios Antypas

    Poetry International 10
    “Corner Cafe”

  • Stephen Dunn

    Poetry International 2
    “Walking in Los Angeles”

    Poetry International Weblog
    “Walking in Los Angeles”

  • Gzar Hantoosh

    Poetry International 10
    “Destinies”

  • Jeanette Karhi

    Poetry International 10
    “Dead Poem”

  • Charlotte McCaffrey

    Poetry International 10
    “For the Time Being”

  • David Moolten

    Poetry International 10
    “Ransom”

  • Roberto Fernández Retamar

    Poetry International 6
    “A Man and A Woman”
    “Blessèd Are the Normal”

    Poetry International Weblog
    “A Man and A Woman”
    “Blessèd Are the Normal”

  • Hsia Yü

    Poetry International 4
    “Written for Others”

    Poetry International Weblog
    “Written for Others”

  • Matt Zambito

    Poetry International 10
    “Getting Tested”

Letters from Ukraine

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Letters from Ukraine This week, Russian troops invaded Crimea. Putin claims this invasion is an effort to protect the Russian-language population of the peninsula from Ukrainian nationalists. I was born…

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maintenant #92 – jeff hilson

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I take great pleasure in misusing terminologies or deploying what might be called counter-terminologies, or ur-terminologies, formulations that have been abandoned, forbidden or that never made it and there’s certainly room for humour here.

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maintenant #91 – gunnar harding

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Our language is born in communication with other people. With those we love and have confidence in we talk in a more personal way. As our voices get influenced by the person we talk to, we also become more personal. It’s the same with literary influences. Voices that mean a lot to us are stimulating our own. We develop into originals in communication with people who have something important to teach us about ourselves.

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maintenant #90 – andrei codrescu

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I had the good luck to come on the scene in New York in the middle of a youth revolution. I was nineteen, America was nineteen… There was electricity, trains left for heaven every ten minutes. Allen was a big, generous, loving uncle full of wise advice for the foolish young.

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