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‘Can Larks Fly backwards?’ – Interview with Welsh poet & writer, Gwyneth Lewis

  CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW… to hear Gwyneth Lewis talking to Caroline Stockford about birdsong, translation as the closest you could get to sexual intercourse with long-dead poets (Dafydd ap Gwilym), metre as a form of calling in human voice and poetry, and the links between poetry, courting, hunting and meditation. Includes a reading of […]

Aberystwyth listens two great Turkish poets in translation

This month I have been performing the work of two great modern Turkish poets, Haydar Ergülen and Küçük İskender at several different venues in Aberystwyth, Mid Wales. Haydar Ergülen’s work is multi-layered, deeply moving poetry with a grounding in Sufi teaching.  When I worked on his poetry for two whole weeks during the CWTTL Cunda […]

AMAT by İhsan Oktay Anar

On the third night of Şevval in the month of October the city of Constantinople, whose fame had spread with great fanfare and felicity to the world’s four corners and seven seas, lay sprawled like a slumbering colossus beneath a canopy of cimmerian cloud.  The date was approximately 1080 years after the faithful of our […]

International Translation Day

International Translation Day (<click here) Coming up next week.. brilliant schedule of talks, meetings and some comedy.  Last year’s was a fascinating event.. and a great chance to catch up with other translators, especially members of the Emerging Translators Network (ETN)

Pine cone by Sema Aslan

  In those days there was still a stream running below Bomonti…  If you looked straight across from it, you’d see the yellow building of the Bomonti Beer Factory.  You could walk from our house to my mother’s house in fifteen minutes; then you’d go up three sloping streets, one of which was really steep.  […]

Where do your eyes come from? a poem by Haydar Ergülen

Where do your eyes come from?   Where have you come from ? From the river! But why are your eyes not green? it seems that the river hasn’t flowed from your eyes your eyes never looked in the river the river never looked in your eyes or perhaps you have never looked inside yourself […]

DG by Murat Başekim

  Cevher Ağa didn’t open his eyes. His men had died.  There was no need for him to look.  He’d felt it in his marrow before he’d even heard their screams.  In the end what was done, was done…  He’d asked one of the lads, Enkebir, to join them.  And he had… There was no […]