Walter Murch translates Curzio Malaparte; Anne Carson's variations on the right to remain silent; a portfolio on Saadat Hasan Manto, Bombay's watchful son; Peter Orner on Illinois politics; Tom Drury's signs of Los Angeles; Amy Leach looks at outer space; fiction by Janet Frame, John Haskell, Mary-Beth Hughes, and Clare Wigfall; poems by Mary Jo Bang, Arda Collins, Gillian Conoley, Tom Yuill, and others.
No. 07 • Peter OrnerWhen U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald said the other day that “Lincoln would roll over in his grave” if he knew what Governor Blago was up to, I had to scoff at Fitzgerald’s lame insight into Lincoln’s character.
No. 07 • Jillian WeiseDear Darwin, I have a crush on you.
No. 07 • Leslie JamisonThis is how you visit the silver mines of Potosí, the highest city in the world: First, take an airplane to El Alto, where some peoples’ hearts collapse under the altitude as soon as they step off the plane.
No. 07 • Sven BirkertsSome years ago, before the big operations for heart and cancer that undermined him, long before he took his life, my great sad friend discovered the obsessive pleasures of fine clothing.
No. 07 • Ian ChillagWhen I was eight years old, my father returned from a walk and announced he had “found something.”
No. 07 • Mary-Beth HughesThe outer office was much the same as she remembered it.
No. 07 • Amy LeachThere is an altitude above every planet where a moon can orbit forevermore.
No. 07 • Janet FrameA mixture of mother and kindly aunt, she invited the confidence of children throughout most of the South Island, and even from farther north in the foreign places beyond Cook Strait.
No. 07 • Curzio MalaparteThe Academy Award winning film editor and sound designer Walter Murch is known for his work on such films as The Godfather, Apocalypse Now, and The English Patient, but over the past decade he has also been at work translating the Italian writer Curzio Malaparte, who served in a voluntary brigade of Italians fighting alongside the French during World War I, and worked as a war correspondent during World War II.
No. 07 • John HaskellLos Angeles has been called the City of Dreams; also the City of Angels; Jim Morrison called it the City of Lights, but to me it was just a city.
No. 07 • Tom DruryI've been taking pictures of Los Angeles and putting them online since May 7, 2007.
No. 07 • Tomasz RóżyckiWhen I began to write, I didn’t know / each of my words would bit by bit remove / things from the world and in return leave blank / spaces.
No. 07 • Arda CollinsI called my house from a pay phone / down the street before I went home.
No. 07 • Tom YuillOne cannot love more than one other / With the fierceness of the love one torn / Half has for another.
No. 07 • Brandon ShimodaLiberation sounds the first trees / The wind encounters
No. 07 • Eugenio MontaleAnguilla, eel, sea-siren / That, making its way from those / Cold Baltic seas to get to ours, / Our estuaries, deltas, / And into our streams, and from / The profound beneath the river rises up, / Against the downstream impetus of flow, / Upstream from branch to branch and into ever / Smaller capillaries, seeking ever / Evermore to enter
No. 07 • Martin EdmundsStars & spurs & Spain, / and she wants a bed off the floor!
No. 07 • Allen GrossmanAwake or asleep the mind is aware.
No. 07 • Noah Eli GordonAbout the image of ourselves we like / To project over the rest of the world suppose / The rest of the world were imagined
No. 07 • Eliot WeinbergerAccording to the sixteenth century Indian poet Dhurjati, there was a king of Madurai who offered a thousand gold coins to anyone who could compose a poem that would be praised by the critics in his court.
No. 07 • Clare WigfallChicka-chicka-chicka-chicka sing the numbers on the counter as they rotate in the late afternoon sun.
No. 07 • Matthew ReeckFew names are more revered in the world of Urdu letters than that of Saadat Hasan Manto.
No. 07 • Saadat Hasan MantoKhushiya was thinking.
No. 07 • Saadat Hasan MantoWe met exactly two years ago today at Apollo Harbor.
No. 07 • Saadat Hasan MantoWhen I left Delhi to return to Bombay, I was upset because it meant parting with good friends and a job my wife approved of—stable, easy work that netted us 250 rupees the first of each month. Nevertheless I was suddenly overcome by a desire to leave, and not even my wife’s crying and carrying on could dissuade me.
No. 07 • Saadat Hasan MantoDhundhu was outside the Iranian restaurant across from the small park near the Nagpada Police Station, and he was leaning against the electricity pole that he manned from sunset until four in the morning.
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