Rebecca Ruth Gould



3 Hasan Alizadeh Translations

In Exile Far away too sorrow is domestic. A cloud—invisible— every evening in white letters— is caught by the eye for a moment through migrating shadows but it escapes from the eye. A stone —no!—a pebble which you roll & …

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Antonio Gramsci

You posed the Southern Question while waging war in the trenches of bourgeoisie fantasy. You drank languages & histories. Mussolini drank your blood. Unswayed by victory, you refused to genuflect before teleology. Breaking with Hegel–surpassing Croce– you made prose into …

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