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the wet words would get naked get cold
Odilon Redon, Hallucinations.

the wet words would get naked get cold

  • Post author:Elina Alter
  • Post published:January 17, 2022
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

A poem by Ali Babachahi, translated from Farsi by Marjan Modarres Sabzevari

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Pretending to agree with people
Resolute in Privation, 2021.

Pretending to agree with people

  • Post author:Elina Alter
  • Post published:October 17, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

A poem by Tove Ditlevsen, translated from Danish by Sherilyn Nicolette Hellberg

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In the Face of the Latest Events
Séraphine Louis, L'arbre de vie, 1928, Musée d'art et d'archéologie de Senlis, France

In the Face of the Latest Events

  • Post author:Elina Alter
  • Post published:October 10, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

Six poems by Waly Salomão, translated from Portuguese by Maryam Monalisa Gharavi

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Circumference Radio: Issue 9 Mixtape

Circumference Radio: Issue 9 Mixtape

  • Post author:Michael Barron
  • Post published:August 27, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/podcast/radio

Welcome to the second episode of Circumference Radio.

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In those days, I still lived. I hadn’t burned out
Édouard Vuillard, Woman by the Window, 1898.

In those days, I still lived. I hadn’t burned out

  • Post author:Michael Barron
  • Post published:August 26, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

Three poems by Yang Xiaobin, translated from Chinese by Canaan Morse

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nothing matters except having clean hands
Vincent Van Gogh, Shoes, 1988. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

nothing matters except having clean hands

  • Post author:Michael Barron
  • Post published:August 20, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

A poem by Aleksey Porvin, translated from Russian by Isaac Stackhouse Wheeler

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the year 1957 in used clothes
The fresco mural Prometheus by José Clemente Orozco in Frary Dining Hall at Pomona College, 1930.

the year 1957 in used clothes

  • Post author:Michael Barron
  • Post published:August 18, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

Two poems by Afrizal Malna, translated from Indonesian by Daniel Owen

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I can’t bury my heart anywhere on this earth
Peder Balke, The Stormy Sea, The National Museum of Art, Architecture and Design, Norway, c. 1870.

I can’t bury my heart anywhere on this earth

  • Post author:Michael Barron
  • Post published:August 16, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

Two poems by Sister Claudia Lee Hae-in, translated from Korean by Esther Kim and Paige Aniyah Morris

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the girl who was smoking
Igor Moritz, Redbreast Road North Corner, 2019. Courtesy of the artist

the girl who was smoking

  • Post author:Michael Barron
  • Post published:July 28, 2021
  • Post category:featured/Issue 9/poetry

A poem by Natalia Ginzburg, translated from Italian by André Naffis-Sahely

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