{ Chers francophones : Apaise et ouvre les trous de l’esprit — un brouillon pour une traduction — se trouve en bas. } Overhearing someone use the word “courage.” “Something has to happen,” they told themselves. Youth, eager to… Read More ›
L’aile française
Sonnet for 9/27 (version bilingue)
By William Eaton An English-only version was previously published around 9/27/16, but the following bilingual version has been prepared for publication in the upcoming collection Art, Sex, Politics (Serving House Books, 2017). On cherche un partenaire, mais seul l’amour… Read More ›
In the Age of Thumbs, Help = 4357 (& vice-versa)
Pour les francophones – « Quel que soit votre problème, il y a un numéro que vous pouvez composer » – vous n’avez que défiler vers le bas. Celeste, Tapio (god of the forest), . . . so many good… Read More ›
Drawing, Conversation, Life
Le brouillon d’une version en français se trouve ci-dessous Most artists, before they have begun to draw—in a studio, with a model—have made any number of decisions. What materials they are going to work with and on; the scale… Read More ›
The only show left in town
Below unfurls a script for an agitprop spectacle that emerges from and speaks to the current political crisis in the USA. Le brouillon d’une adaptation en français — « Le seul spectacle toujours programmé » — suit l’anglais. When… Read More ›
I had placed my hopes in aporia
Une version en français se trouve en-dessous. Toutes suggestions, rectifications et améliorations sont les bienvenues ! Touching the lame, the healer finds a warmth he had never known before. We write now knowing that we don’t know what to… Read More ›
Our lives are Swiss (Nos vies sont suisses)
William Eaton, January 2017 Idrew her, naked. She was beautiful. Young, long-limbed, subtle curves the length of her legs, tender facial expressions. (The work of a good model has a good deal in common with that of a professional… Read More ›
