I Love InformationCourtney Bush Egret feathers. Pulverized chickpeas. A "faint but constant series of ovals and lines" that, remarkably, spell the name Penelope. "Nobody owns the meaning of these things," Courtney Bush writes, but this does not stop the poet from seeking, from "reading meaning in the garbage" and in the flowers growing there. What does she seek? Not facts. Instead, something transcendent and mysterious, knowledges that can only be unlocked through

and improvisation

or wouldn’t even know how to articulate

set mostly in Argentina

and absurdities of making art and family and meaning against a backdrop of interlocking

From the early 1980s

Does the pouty

Mónica de la Torre

A strange dismantling of time occurs as a result of quiet reversals in which light is diffracted across belated syntaxes

hetgeen mede moge blijken uit het feit dat hij herhaaldelijk op de shortlist stond voor de Nobelprijs

and emotion in a concordance of parallel and contingent contexts

Prehistorische koningen klampen zich vast aan hun uitstervende olie- en gasimperiums – industrieën waarop de zon weldra zal ondergaan

Moure's sheep are stray cats and from her place in Caeiro's poetry