Poetry. Translated from the German by Marc Vincenz. "NIGHTSHIFT / AN AREA OF SHADOWS is a moving book of a couple struggling with the inevitable." Tages-Anzeiger
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Poetry. Translated from the German by Marc Vincenz. "NIGHTSHIFT / AN AREA OF SHADOWS is a moving book of a couple struggling with the inevitable."
About the author Marc Vincenz is Swiss-British, was born in Hong Kong, and currently divides his time between Zurich, Reykjavik and New York. His work has appeared in many journals, including "Washington Square Review, Fourteen Hills, The Potomac, The Canary, Saint Petersburg Review, The Bitter Oleander, " and "Guernica." Recent collections include: "The Propaganda Factory, or Speaking of Trees" (2011); "Gods of a Ransacked Century" (Unlikely Books, 2013) and forthcoming, "Beautiful Rush" (Unlikely Books, 2014) and a meta-novel, "Behind the Wall at the Sugar Works "(Spuyten Duyvil, 2014)....
About the author Marc Vincenz is Swiss-British, was born in Hong Kong, and currently divides his time between Zurich, Reykjavik and New York. His ...
About the author Marc Vincenz is Swiss-British, was born in Hong Kong, and currently divides his time between Zurich, Reykjavik and New York. His work has appeared in many journals, including Washington Square Review, Fourteen Hills, The Potomac, The Canary, Saint Petersburg Review, The Bitter Oleander, and Guernica. Recent collections include: The Propaganda Factory, or Speaking of Trees (2011); Gods of a Ransacked Century (Unlikely Books, 2013) and forthcoming, Beautiful Rush (Unlikely Books, 2014) and a meta-novel, Behind the Wall at...
About the author Marc Vincenz is Swiss-British, was born in Hong Kong, and currently divides his time between Zurich, Reykjavik and ...
This book starts out listening for bees, and hears none, the listener being something of a pupa in a cocoon on the early pages. Honeycombs begin not as sources of Swiftian sweetness and light, but sloughs of despond. Honeybees themselves, initially silent, burn like fire at the stake. The hive is the shadow of death, full of sand fleas that stand in for the desiderated insects, along with "scrubitch" mites, Hercules caterpillars and flies: electro-kinetic pellets flecking / blank walls. The planet and its atmosphere, thus un-beed, become a single organism whose surface swarms with flotsam,...
This book starts out listening for bees, and hears none, the listener being something of a pupa in a cocoon on the early pages. Honeycombs begin not a...
