A Treacherous Art
Beck, Art These pieces are selected from a steady series of essays and reviews I found myself publishing in the late aughts of the still early century. It was a period in which I was translating poetry, not so much as a specific translation "project, " but as an extension of writing poetry. And as an interactive means of reading poetry.
My impetus for writing prose on translated poetry was explorative, not didactic. During that period, I eventually pu...