On A Train for A Personal interview. 10 Jan. 2015. 8:33 am train from Schipol to Paris Nord, announcement: “you can travel in this train only if you have reservations.” There is no sunrise yet. The sky is grey; the … Continue reading Of Diaries & Essays: meditations on memory, what have I lost?
Saturday, January 10, 2015, I was to be in Paris for the day to meet poet and translator Marilyn Hacker. I had many questions about her experience with the ghazal and ghazal poets; she was generous enough to offer her … Continue reading Paris in the rain
Translations don’t fade the essence, sometimes. The case in point being “Here There Was Once A Country.” Marilyn Hacker handles Venus Khoury-Ghata’s words with such delicate care. Recreating, retelling, such raw grief, poignancy, of forgotten places and trying to move … Continue reading Found in translation