Walk
On the 17th of February I set off
Where
Billows of smoke spread over the horizon
I leapt over books
People were laughing
My desire took me by the arm
I wanted to drive the houses back
Go faster
The wind
Of course I had to kill my friends
Night didn’t knock me down
I wrapped myself in my joy
Accompanied by the cries of tug boats
I didn’t turn back
There were so many lights in the resounding city
Returning all’s changed
I smashed my rigid ideas
Sold my sullied memories
Marty Hiatt is a poet, translator and researcher from Narrm/Melbourne, living in Berlin. He is the author of
Paraphrenia (Materials/Materialien, 2019), numerous chapbooks, most recently
some actual fucking poems (Baulk Press, 2025) and
(from) sectioned (Baulk Press/Now Orries Press, 2024), and the monograph
Maurice Blanchot: Three Terrors (SUNY Press, 2025). He translated Nathalie Quintane’s
Tomatoes (Kenning Editions, 2022) and is currently translating Christophe Tarkos’s
Le Signe =. Marty worked with the Artichoke Reading and Translation Series in Berlin and attended the Paros Poetry and Translation Symposium in Greece.
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