Federico García Lorca – Ian Duhig – Carlos López Beltrán & Pedro Serrano

Federico García Lorca Gacela del Niño Muerto Todas las tardes en Granada, todas las tardes se muere un niño. Todas las tardes el agua se sienta a conversar con sus amigos. Los muertos llevan alas de musgo. El viento nublado y el viento limpio son dos faisanes que vuelan por las torres y el día es un muchacho herido. No quedaba en el aire ni … Continue reading Federico García Lorca – Ian Duhig – Carlos López Beltrán & Pedro Serrano

A poem by Paul Casey

  The Speed of Cat’s Eyes His eco-ship purrs silver-smooth past shores of bastard-amber stars, chases the veined twist of tail-lights, long spaces poised for sudden red. Earth’s skin, spinning culture at past the speed of sound around its centre, skims the sun many thousand miles per hour more. He turns up his thoughts in stereo – lick the cream from these lips honey – … Continue reading A poem by Paul Casey

‘The Irish Slave’ by Ian Duhig

    It is the Night of Power and the puppeteers are playing Kara Guez, Martyr to Chastity. Nubian Grooms are breaking cameleopards. Janissaries reline their cloaks with lynx fur. Sultan Mahmoud shows off his new French wife on a caïque drawn by jewelled fish. These fan the Bosphorus like a wedding train with an escort of heartbroken gulls. The pirates came down on Baltimore … Continue reading ‘The Irish Slave’ by Ian Duhig