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Mass-market Monday | Ignácio de Loyola Brandão's Zero
Zero, Ignácio de Loyola Brandão. Translated by Ellen Watson. Avon Bard (1983). No cover artist or designer credited. 317 pages. A very strange fragmentary hallucinatory novel. A few pages:
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Adélia Prado’s poetry is filled with a reverence for the commonplace—the color yellow, a refrigerator, a rooster, a black umbrella—through which she expresses her divine faith in God. She speaks with her English translator, Ellen Doré Watson.
This is one of the most charming and heart-warming interviews I’ve ever seen on an author. You can feel like Adélia Prado and Ellen Watson were good friends chatting up in the kitchen about life, love, faith and literature.
memory, memory’s light - Muhammad Al-Maghut translated by Ellen Watson
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Words only hide something deeper, deaf and dumb, something invented to be silenced. In moments of grace, rare as they are, you'll be able to snatch it out: a live fish in your bare hand. Pure terror.
Adélia Prado, "Before Names" (translated from the Portuguese by Ellen Watson)
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I wonder if when I get home those petals will still be luminous and melting in the dirt. I'm thinking maybe I need them. I'm saying what would I do without your mouth?
Ellen Watson - Petals in the Dirt
I wonder if when I get home those petals will still be luminous and melting in the dirt. I'm thinking maybe I need them. I'm saying what would I do without your mouth?
Petals in the Dirt - Ellen Dore Watson
