Author Archives: Ann Kjellberg
New from Ingrid Winterbach
“For any type of trauma, mental or physical, even if it was incurred a long time ago,” said Basil. “For disorders of the blood, for festering conditions, black-and-blue spots, or a tendency to bleed. To prevent the formation of pus. For evil-smelling secretions. If the muscles are tender and feel bruised. For abscesses that fail […]
Writers: Ingrid Winterbach
Welcome John Zinsser!
Welcome to our new summer curator at Little Star Gallery, John Zinsser! Zinsser is a veteran New York painter who has had more than thirty solo exhibitions in the US and Europe. He co-founded Journal of Contemporary Art in 1987. A lecturer on contemporary exhibitions at the New School, he has also been a contributing […]
Writers: John Zinsser
Neighboring World, Yakov Druskin
And there is no end and cannot stop / and everything comes out so that there is no break / and flows like water and finding an obstruction in ice / and the sky is grey / and from here the trams on the bridge go slower / and the bridge itself has lengthened and […]
Writers: Eugene Ostashevsky, Yakov Druskin
Wendell Berry, a letter to Gary Snyder, thinking about religion
I think we have to acknowledge the possibility that practical experience can be condensed to good purpose into moral law: Do not let the topsoil wash away. That does not have to be stated as a moral law. It’s a “universal.” It could also be stated: “God has forbidden us to let the topsoil wash […]
Writers: Wendell Berry
Ahmad Faris al-Shidyaq, in praise of analepsis
It is the custom of my fellow writers sometimes to go back and leap over a period of time and connect an event that happened before it to an event that happened after it. This is called analepsis (tawriyah), that is, “taking backward” (waraʾ). They may also start by mentioning everything about the protagonist from […]
Writers: Ahmad Faris al-Shidyaq
New Juan José Saer
Each of them surveys the landscape with the same withdrawn expression he might have assumed had he been alone in this deserted place, the details each observes not coinciding with the other’s, each of them assembling it therefore in his own way, as though it were two distinct places, the island, the sky, the trees, […]
Writers: Juan José Saer
Cairo evening, 1952, by Sonallah Ibrahim
Father lights a cigarette. I sit at my desk. Pour some seeds from the tube out in front of me. I open the English reader. He finishes drinking his coffee, gets off the bed, and throws a towel over his shoulder He lights a lamp and heads toward the bathroom to wash for prayer. When […]
Writers: Sonallah Ibrahim
Mina Loy: Taking in an itinerate surrealist
Insel panted into my place all undone, despairingly waving a sheet of blue paper. “Das blaue Papier,” he articulated hoarsely, ducking his head as if the Papier was one of a shower of such sheets bombarding him in his dash for escape. “Something the matter? Have a porto. Sit on a chair. Whatever it is—out […]
Writers: Mina Loy
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April Bernard: Ghastly but possibly interesting
Alvin Lightman’s life first touched mine when both of us were staying at Holdon House Facility upstate. Formerly it was Holdon Hospital, before that Holdon Asylum, and called variously by those who have worked and lived there, among other witticisms, Hold It, The Hold, and Hold On I’m Coming. That I had “committed myself” was […]
Writers: April Bernard
The return of Richard Crashaw (ca. 1613–1649)
The English Poems of Richard Crashaw, edited by Richard Rambuss, is the first critical edition of Crashaw in over forty years. We have a poem from the edition in Little Star Weekly this week, and the quotations on the book are so interesting we offer them here: Our usual accounts of the early modern lyric […]
Writers: Richard Crashaw