“I’m no art expert, but I know that mentula means prick” “Or chicken vindaloo” “Or: Con maschile pudore e maschile impudicizia” “I’m telling you. I’m only here because he beggedme to get on the next flight. Insisted he needed me to talkwith someone who owed him something, eccetera,(eccetera?) Which I knew was a lie” “Carbone. Car—bone. Or goat. Or goat’s milk?” “I said he could … Continue reading 4:43 pm Via degli Orfani, 84 by Ann Pedone
Verb. To ring, to blare. Birds also use the verb squillarebecause they make a certain sound. Una ragazza squillo, however,is not a girl who makes a certain sound, but a prostitute. That’s adifferent sound than a bird. Although, if you’ve read any Catullus,you would know that it’s not actually all that different. Continue reading Squillare by Ann Pedone
This is the trouble with language.It moves with borrowed light. Lingersbetween loverssky and birda woman’s body and your mouth. It is a thing that grows as the light moves.Follows the revolutionsof the sun.Is consumed by the appetites of the soil. I list all of the men I have loved. Those who have left me and all the rest. And as I collapse into a sleep that is notI reachfor your shoulderas you moveto your side … Continue reading Toward a Hermeneutics of Language in Which Poetry is Mistaken for Violets by Ann Pedone
