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“As the tires lose traction, she can think only of a sonnet’s closing couplet: the sonnet she’d been struggling to translate on the day they crashed.”
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The Palestinian poet’s new collection, No One Will Know You Tomorrow, depicts life under Israeli occupation.
“Ideological critique has to end up being a critique of the self. You can’t recognize an ideology unless, in some sense, you see it in yourself.”
“It is getting even greyer and muggier if possible, and so am I.”
“The past wasn’t talked about, but you could feel its tentacles wherever you looked.”
“Palm trees, felines, and extinct reptiles made of seashells, pine cones, toothpicks, wire, and wood.”
“Craven traveled between several fourteen-by-fourteen-inch canvases, each depicting the moon at a different moment in its ascent above the Empire State Building.”