Interviews, translations

SOLSTICE LITERARY MAGAZINE:

An Interview with Genia Blum

By Dzvinia Orlowsky

When I first decided to write a memoir, I didn’t have a clear idea of where it would take me, so nothing really surprised me, except maybe the discovery of certain facts about my family, and a few about myself. I also never expected to become an essayist. In the last three years, adapting chapters into self-contained stories, pulling short essays from long ones, and composing even shorter flash nonfiction pieces, I produced enough words to fill a tome. . . .  Much has been written in recent years about epigenetic transmission of trauma, and the omissions riddling my parents’ stories continue to confound and distress me. 

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QUEEN MOB’S TEA HOUSE:

Vlad Interviews: Genia and Daria Blum 

By Vlad Savich

Ballet has a specific vocabulary and is governed by its own precise grammar and syntax, the underlying technique that defines how a trained dancer’s body must move. A strong and correct technique is the foundation of classical dance, and the names of its steps and positions—terms like tendugrand jetéarabesque—are understood by dancers all over the world. Joined together, these form the sentences and paragraphs of a choreography, which is guided and anchored by music. Like bad literature, a form of "fake ballet" exists, practiced by those inept in the use of this language, in the same way a native speaker or voracious reader, without mastering the craft of writing, is incapable of creating great literature. 

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ASYMPTOTE JOURNAL:

Hopin': Nine Excerpts

From Hoffnun' by Puneh Ansari, translated from the German original published by mikrotext

i’m pleasantly surprised

These Korean noodle soups at Spar. i didn’t think they’d be this fierce, especially since they don’t even have a matching chili on them with a sombrero waving at you from a throne of brown thorns of dried Asteridae, surrounded by arid fire and preserved pain, concentrated sharpness in its desiccated seeds. a stinging-nettle-god of jocular peyote countenance with a mega-smile. it’s just light green the package it opens on an appendicitis-noodle soup with chamomile tea included in case something perforates so nada burns ;)

but it’s really hot! wow

like not "hot" for people with a tic, but hot-hot, so you no longer notice anything of the actual taste and the real world

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