In the supermarket upturned octopuses
lie on stones of ice as on a cold beach
or an operating table. Obscene, as they should be
with their legs splayed, their underside
slick soft-blush-pink as a cunt.
Their anonymity is correct,
that they can ... Read more
Eftychia Panayiotou on translating Anne Carson’s ‘The Beauty of the Husband’ into Modern Greek
If the poem is an enigma.
If the poem does not offer a solution.
If the solution does exist and someone calls out that you must find it.
If that someone is you (the reader) but you do not have the key.
If the key exists and someone calls out that... Read more