The oriole breached dawn’s capital town. The sword of his song closed the cheerless bed. All forever came to an end. René Char, “The Oriole” (English translation: Nancy Naomi Carlson) Le loriot entra dans la capitale de l’aube. L’épée de son chant ferma le lit triste. Tout à jamais pris fin. René Char, “Le Loriot”Continue reading “Le loriot”
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If it’s necessary to liken him to the Middle Ages, then he’s like one of those medieval travelers with scepter, sack cloth and a humble face. Like the prophets he studied the magical language in caves, made friends with Sufis, alchemists, Kabbalists, to foretell the future; he interpreted the Bible according to Iblis: he thoughtContinue reading “(Anladınız ne demek istediğimi)”