Archives

Paul Celan was born in Romania in 1920. He was interned in a German labor camp during WWII; after the war he went to Paris and earned his living as a writer and translator of French and Russian [...]

NO HAND HOLDS ME EITHER, I was born just like you were, and no one throws me luck in this hour, no different than you, who’s immersed in bull’s blood like me, yet the numbers stand ready to light [...]

WHERE I FORGET MYSELF in you, you become idea, something rustles through both of us: the first world of the last wings, fur grows over my thunderous mouth, you don’t come to.