Online Exclusives

08.22.17
Our Human Neighbors
by Can Xue
translated by Karen Gernant, Chen Zeping
Time after time, I saw overlapping images everywhere. Even when I looked at my children, I didn’t see two of them, but six of them. Only when I looked at my wife, I saw just one image. As for the neighbors, they became a large flock of countless things. [...]
08.15.17
Glacier
He ties a bell to her ankle, but she removes it in her sleep. He ties one of her wrists to the bed frame with twine, but she loosens the knot with the other hand and slips out. That night she wakes upside down, slung over his shoulder. [...]
08.08.17
Three Poems
A dancer dragging her arms across the stage, slapping feet through a watery pool
            panting from a bent body [...]
08.01.17
Something Human
One: he must leave at night. Two: he must come back the next day immediately after dark. And three: he couldn’t tell anyone where he worked, couldn’t discuss what happened in the prison at all. [...]
07.25.17
Six Elsie Poems
Big bovine heads float over the destroyed city
Laser beams of mean girl miffed fury zing
Down from their eyes the rubble smokes [...]
07.18.17
The Body as Archive
The body is an object that orients vision. As much as I want to, I can’t stop looking. All the people getting on the subway—strangers. And yet I look at them, hopefully, vacantly. I stare. [...]
07.11.17
Four Poems
In the palace of music, a gathering of the mute:
this became the body. [...]
06.20.17
The Experimental Subject
Parts 3–6
Coiled in the mother’s womb in the birth sac is a small creature with a large head and flat puckered face, tight-shut eyes, tiny clenched fists, that could be mistaken for a purely human fetus, or, from another angle, a chimpanzee baby with somewhat human features. [...]
06.13.17
The Experimental Subject
Parts 1–2
By measured stages seduction, sexual relations, impregnation. And if impregnation, gestation.
     Birth, and beyond birth. [...]
05.23.17
Four Poems
Under cover,
the ground seems
legless. [...]
05.16.17
Four Poems
All day all I think is I’m tired and typing, ticker. Am I talking too much or for. And why a girlish void person of emotional scaffolding a demon, a deadness. A depth, nonromantic. As though. The real deadness front-paged and swallowed. [...]
05.09.17
Three Poems
a few acorns forgotten
under the national soot

so much wonderland
a can of borscht in the larder [...]
04.18.17
Four Poems
He was looking out a window
in a room he had agreed to. “What then,”
he said, “let a few more in?” [...]
04.11.17
From The New Encyclopedia
Little is known about the pre-Socratic philosopher Polycyathus, and that little unlikeable: he was born at Dodona, and was old when Socrates was young (Plato reports that Socrates once tried to question Polycyathus, but that the latter quickly “succumbed to wine-sleep”); he taught the doctrine that “nothing is good”; he believed that, of all the forms of governance, tyranny was best, because “it breeds monuments.” [...]
03.28.17
Three Poems
mirrored      clouds                now
virtual                  glitter         their
idyll                      the first person [...]
03.14.17
Bleached Pink on the Line
We’d been there too long. Portia’s red slip bleached pink on the line, Mr. B getting to know the local girls by name. [...]
03.07.17
Three Poems
I was struck
By your brevity
Can you speak further
About honing that
Particular skill [...]
02.28.17
Internal Report on the Rise of the Inconceivable
Overall, The Inconceivable believes itself of clear mind and conscience, and as such, a model of elegant comportment. [...]
02.21.17
Metamorphosis and the Surreal
The surrealist universe is unabashedly sexed and eagerly embraces nature’s infinitely mutable manifestations. [...]
02.07.17
Two Poems
Damp-squib grammar of pretty things and wild mignonette.
Quercitron bark. Old Fustic’s persistently pissy stamen,
the peony-stained wallpaper. [...]
01.31.17
The Compound
The money was from a corporation, if that makes any difference to you, and not enough to buy everything we wanted. [...]
01.10.17
Ten Poems from Passagen
Pan speaking panisms at the church
of Christ, Pantokrater, in place
of the usual docent, breast of sportscoat
bulging with his pipes. [...]

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Vol. 68
Inside Out: Architectures of Experience
Spring 2017
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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by Can Xue
Translated by Karen Gernant, Chen Zeping
August 22, 2017
Time after time, I saw overlapping images everywhere. Even when I looked at my children, I didn’t see two of them, but six of them. Only when I looked at my wife, I saw just one image. As for the neighbors, they became a large flock of countless things.
August 15, 2017
He ties a bell to her ankle, but she removes it in her sleep. He ties one of her wrists to the bed frame with twine, but she loosens the knot with the other hand and slips out. That night she wakes upside down, slung over his shoulder.
August 8, 2017
A dancer dragging her arms across the stage, slapping feet through a watery pool
            panting from a bent body
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The fourth reading in the Cities Series, presented by Conjunctions and the Bard Office of Alumni/ae Affairs, takes place at Myopic Books in Chicago
Saturday, August 26, 2017
7:00 pm
Myopic Books, 1564 N. Milwaukee Ave., Wicker Park, Chicago