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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...

‘I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living’ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol 5 (1974)   HOSTILE, ALIEN, ALIENATED FROM LIFE   I’m not sure I would make a good collectivist I’m the kind of girl who, when asked by a neighbour to help weed my building’s shared garden, would look up from where I was sun-tanning and say I was too pretty to work (OK – I helped anyway) If dinnertime conversation drifts to utopia, a friend will concede that I can have ‘my own personal corner’ in the commune It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m not all too gifted at living with other people, even if I romanticise it by dreaming of the ‘hot girl singularity’ that will merge my consciousness with that of my best friends The tendency worries me, given the state of the world Consider that:   The word for world is forest1 The word for world is mother2 The world is made, and remade, through ‘worlding,’3 ‘worldmaking,’4 or ‘worldbuilding’5 The world is rendered by empire, destroyed, and remade forever after The world is a model, a simulation, an ‘infinite game’ that is open all the way up to its borders The world is autonomous and alive It teems with life and voices Some voices are hallucinations, resounding across dimensions Some worlds are hallucinations, hewn in great detail from the base material of the void The world is meant to go on, and on, and on, with or without you The world is defined by its boundlessness in time, dis- and reassembling infinitely Yet the world can only be engineered through the finitude of rules, borders, and forces The world isn’t just an impression, smeared together with other impressions; it needs physics, mechanics, and designers to work Because the world labours to understand its own origins, and constantly re-plots the coordinates of where it might like to end up, the world depends on momentum It requires collective desire Without these things – without a tight relation between

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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

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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

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November 2013

George Szirtes

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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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July 2014

Another month, another year, another crisis: eleven years in Beirut

Paul Cochrane

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July 2014

Rumours of impending conflict can wreak a particular type of havoc. This is not as physically manifest as the...

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Issue No. 2

Gay Madonnas in Montevergine: The Feast of Mamma Schiavona

Annabel Howard

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Issue No. 2

We are crowded into the medium-sized piazza before the sanctuary of Montevergine. There is no town or village; it...

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February 2015

Greece and the Poetics of Crisis

Joshua Barley

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February 2015

On the Aegean island of Skyros, in the Carnival period immediately preceding Lent, a more ancient ritual takes place....

 

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