No, don’t enjoy this life too much, this tumult which makes you imagine it’s not the same thing as sand. Don’t imagine … because it’s like this. From flames she makes ash. From ash, wind. And from what’s made from wind she makes a room without walls, without words. —translations by Matthew Zapruder and Radu […]
Eugen Jebeleanu: Venus XX
Her teeth had all fallen out. She was still beautiful. She had hips made of gulfs, and she swayed bluely. She was entirely guiltless. She was walking straight ahead. And she told me that she still had one more tooth. She was so hot to the touch, so ardent. I said, “At last a goddess […]
Eugen Jebeleanu: Patience
No, the dead aren’t getting bored. Far away they are waiting for me to reach them. And waiting, they leaf through a book with wet pages—and they smile at me.