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George Szirtes
George Szirtes's many books of poetry have won various prizes including the T. S. Eliot Prize (2004), for which he is again shortlisted for Bad Machine (2013). His translation of László Krasznahorkai's Satantango (2013) was awarded the Best Translated Book Award in the US. The act of translation is, he thinks, bound to involve fidelity, ambiguity, confusion and betrayal.

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Foreword: A Pound of Flesh

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Issue No. 12

George Szirtes

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Issue No. 12

1.   ANALOGIES FOR TRANSLATION ARE MANY, most of them assuming a definable something on one side of the equation – a fixed original...

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January 2014

Afterword: The Death of the Translator

George Szirtes

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January 2014

1. The translator meets himself emerging from his lover’s bedroom. So much for fidelity, he thinks. 2. Je est...

The following photographs were taken during the third day of student protests in London on 1 December 2010, a bitterly cold day Students, schoolchildren and activists braced the snow and rain and converged upon Trafalgar Square in their thousands to voice opposition to the proposal of the Coalition government to raise university tuition fees   In contrast to a previous march which had seen Conservative Party headquarters in Millbank damaged and a fire extinguisher thrown from its roof, the demonstration began quite peacefully At first, the protesters congregated around Nelson’s column and graffiti and anti-cuts slogans were quickly scrawled across the monument’s sides The police, maintaining a considerable distance between themselves and the protesters at this early stage, stood back and watched as the crowd broke into songs and chants, most of which were directed towards Nick Clegg   As the day wore on and the temperature dropped to below freezing, the crowd swelled and began pressing against the police lines It would be wrong to say the students were being kettled – there were exits by which protesters could leave the square As night fell, with many thousands still present in the square, these exits became less and less evident It became clear that the mood amongst the protesters was changing, reflecting perhaps a fear amongst the young students that they were trapped, surrounded by a mass of riot police and armoured vans   At this stage the photographer, Cosmo Hildyard, took the opportunity to exit the square and move just behind the police lines Forced forwards by the surging crowd at their backs, the front row of protesters found themselves in scuffles and arguments with the police as bottles, flares and broken pieces of wood rained down upon the line of riot vans that marked the edge of Trafalgar Square Here, the focus of the camera becomes the police themselves rather than the protesting students The camera at their backs, their faces obscured – any signs of individuality amongst the police are deliberately hidden, with the observer invited to see the police not as individuals, but as a

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August 2014

George Szirtes

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August 2014

George Szirtes’s many books of poetry have won various prizes including the T. S. Eliot Prize (2004), for which...

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

poetry

November 2013

George Szirtes

poetry

November 2013

And so they shone, every one of them, each crazy, everyone a diamond shining the way things shine, each becoming a gleam in his...
Rescue Me

poetry

November 2013

George Szirtes

poetry

November 2013

Pain comes like this: packaged in a moment of hubris with a backing band too big for its own good. It isn’t the same...

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Issue No. 2

From Back Home

J. H. Engstrom

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Issue No. 2

In his collection From Back Home the Swedish photographer JH Engström traced his childhood memories back to the province...

Prize Entry

April 2017

1,040 MPH

Alexander Slotnick

Prize Entry

April 2017

Isaac Goodchrist, Esq. reviewed the 48-hour letter.   …therefore, in the strictly professional opinion of this author, the nation’s...

fiction

April 2013

How to be an Astronaut

J. D. A. Winslow

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April 2013

I am standing in front of a room full of people reading out a story. The room is dark....

 

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