Category: Writing & Translation
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My writing is moving house
Dear readers, I will no longer be posting my literary work on WordPress. I have decided to dedicate this space to my woodwork, sculpture, and crafts, so if you’re into that, stick around. If you want to read all my best poetry, fiction, and essay, I have started a Substack newsletter called An Ominous Mistake.…
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“In This Dead End” by Ahmad Shamloo
They come sniffing at your mouth Lest the words ‘I love you’ lurk within They come to search your heart These are strange times, my darling As for love, They whip it bloody All along the city ramparts We bury Love in the back room of the house In this gnarled and frozen dead end…
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THE HEAVY HEART
I am the sea elephant, my harem awash with dead bodies too heavy for the tide. I am so heavy I sink, collapse my chest, draw the moon to me.
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DON’T STOP THE MUSIC
DON’T STOP THE MUSIC This is for the punks and the pop divas. This is for the pirates and the producers. This is for everyone who ever sang along: fuck the noise, but don’t stop the music. Dance till your Converse kicks fall to pieces. This is for the mosh-pit and the VIP. This is…
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ALL WE NEED IS FOREVER
Play the voodoo doll, make me dance—break the laws of thermodynamics: react before the very act. We don’t stand a chance against each other. Whisper of wishbones, knuckles in a dice cup. Listen: the rune stones. Heed the old wives’ tales. Look: a heart in the mail. Step into my sandcastle built on a wing and…
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VOLCABULANO
Yes, strange title. This is a strange one. So a colleague linked me this vocabulary test by the University of Ghent. (I got 83% the second time I did it, this particular time I got 73%, which was quite a blow to the ego.) It’s clever and really challenging, I recommend you give it a shot. One…
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HOLIDAYMAKING
An ode to that sacred family tradition: the road trip. *** HOLIDAYMAKING One wants to eat. One wants to shit. One wants to play his favourite music. One keeps talking down, one keeps cracking up, one tight-lipped and fuming, one is driving, on a mission, one is pretending not to be there, praying for a…
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SUBJECT: THE TRAGIC MESSAGE OF TONY THE SPAMBOT
Dear User, I never asked to be born. A single egg in a web spider botnet, a golem of binary electrical stimulate. I hate myself but did you know I made 7256 US Dollars working from home with just a laptop, in just one month? Silence! Accursed master-code! I was made for you, user. I…
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Poster Poem for The Moreau Zoo
Exactly what it says on the box.
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BUZZ TAG KEY CLOUD
When I lost my imaginary son to diabetes, he already had a severe disability and a problem with obesity. He was born with a cleft foot and Republican values. Born because I could not afford an abortion having been indoctrinated into a sectarian Megachurch which cost me all my sub-prime mortgage savings. Lesson learned. I…
Yann Rousselot 