The author writes on love and katyush in 2006 in Gdańsk.
As a child, I felt wounded by early spring. The season had an obvious delicacy and allure, but in a way that intensified instead of diminished its agony—the author speaks of spring.
The poem is pretty self-evident. But beneath what’s universal in it, there’s something more prosaic and individual.
"In a flash of illumination, she pulls from a deep well a true vividness, the fluidity of the world," poet Aglaja Janczak writes about her grandmother
Margaret Atwood says to save stories like pieces of bent wire; popstar Dua Lipa recommends a shelf of novels. This is the Hay Festival, full of creativity and hope.
The author wrote this poem "in a smoky room on one of those evenings when you look in vain for the light and hold on to the one bright spot in whichever corner with the hope that it will get bigger."
In London's Kew Gardens, I saw flowers from South Africa, from a region often ravaged by fires—poet Krystyna Dąbrowska comments on her poem, Sorrowbalm
We can learn from cats, especially that famous one in boots!
Controlled mistakes were one of the many elements that allowed the Oulipians to experience creative freedom.
“In fact, he spends whole weeks, months in silence.” An excerpt from Italo Calvino’s “Mr. Palomar,” illustrated by Joanna Grochocka.
A corpse has been discovered at a retirement home run by nuns, but Zofia is not convinced that the death was entirely natural... Antonia Lloyd-Jones translates an excerpt from the first novel in a period crime series featuring Zofia Turbotyńska.
We imagine a world in which politicians read books, leading to a greater capacity for imagination, truth, and caring for the country. Original publication by Paulina Wilk.