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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...

In a city where even the night sky is a dull, starless grey, immersion in absolute darkness is a rarity The resulting blindness, although temporary, causes a sense of sudden isolation Packed into the tiny Royal Court Theatre, hundreds of people titter nervously, unsure of how to behave as they wait for the first play to begin Eavesdropping is easy in the pervading blackness, and I listen to the people behind me as they exchange feelings of uneasiness and claustrophobia However, these sensations are nothing compared to the experience of Lisa Dwan, who has spent the last nine years performing Samuel Beckett’s most aggressive play, Not I   Teeth flare like a struck match eight feet above the stage, and my eyes water as I try to focus not just on this hallucinogenic vision, but also on the machine-gun rapidity of the words vehemently spat from the mouth’s vivid, pink lips The performance drives the air from your lungs, almost as if compensating for the breaths that this mouth is unable to draw  A role that requires such obsessive dedication deserves fanatic attention, and I feel the bodies in the darkness around me seize up in pained attentiveness Lisa tells me that performing this piece makes her feel liberatingly inhuman, and when plunged into darkness again, I try to – paradoxically – embody this disembodiment, as if I could forget my form merely by being unable to see it   Sudden silence jars me out of concentration, as a pale figure is illuminated in muted light on stage, its metronomic footsteps filling the air The woman calls out, ‘mother?’, and a voice responds with the weight of age and illness I realise later that this is a recording of Lisa’s voice – one she tells me she based on Beckett’s mother, May, an ‘austere, protestant, cold, brittle voice’ that haunted her throughout production Footfalls is the longest of these three ‘dramaticules’, its length carrying a weight of existence as painful as the accelerated lifespan of Not I There is a bitterness that betrays a life lived in the past, and of a woman

Contributor

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

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November 2013

George Szirtes

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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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Interview

Issue No. 18

Interview with Eileen Myles

Maria Dimitrova

Interview

Issue No. 18

I sat across from Eileen Myles at a large empty table in her London publisher’s office a few hours...

Art

Issue No. 1

The Idea Machine: Brion Gysin

Marina Cashdan

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Issue No. 1

Painter, performer, poet, writer and mystic Brion Gysin (1916-86) was an early prophet of our age. He was a...

fiction

May 2015

A History of Money

Alan Pauls

TR. Ellie Robins

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May 2015

He hasn’t yet turned fifteen when he sees his first dead person in the flesh. He’s somewhat astonished that...

 

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