Jon apologizes to German, but is it enough?

Book 11 of Virgil’s Aeneid : translated by David Hadbawnik with illustrations by Omar Al-Nakib.

“I do want to be aware of those tensions (between academy and creativity, between ‘translation’ and ‘adaptation’), and find a way to play off them without being tortured or paralyzed by them or pulled too far in one direction or the other.”

What does it mean to identify with these characters? To find their struggles the same as my own?

Octave’s long-awaited solo show is a success…but does Octave think so?

Brave as can be, Casper shuffles into the dark forest…what will he encounter there?

The best possible description for the piece is one line from the poem by Billie Chernicoff that comes with the download: “The nothing inside of a bell, unfurling…”

Equal parts Star Wars, On the Road, Deleuzean war machine, and surrealist delirium, this poem-ever-in-progress is literature on steroids, philosophy on acid. It is scandalous, funny, erudite, and endlessly generative. It is an epic without organs.

Nathaniel Tarn’s new book of poems The Hölderliniae is a self-conscious commune with the great poets’ poet, with his life and work.

Five sonnets by Aaron Fagan

Gay and lesbian artists would be best served by curators and gallery-goers taking their work seriously as art, and rejecting the sexualized promotional copy which today passes for queer aesthetics.

German offers some words of consolation.

It’s difficult for an artist to face criticism. Luckily Octave has Maurice to help him!

Casper goes home, introducing us to his family! But something is wrong with Vindi…very, very wrong!

n+1 Editor Marco Roth responds to Caesura’s Issue 0 prompt.

Kelly, I say, has been islanding, becoming island, all sea, breeze, epos now, all crossroads, it bringing the news, that is poetry.

The spirit riding through the house of human memory. A taste of heavenliness still melancholy with lived sufferings. The hell of the present through which heaven is found — the finding of which is a middle-ground, and the site of personal, heretical, intense theology.

“He is our Cavafy, completely unknown. Out of time. All of these things are exceptionally old — the sketch, and the tavern, and the darkening afternoon.”

An artist must consider many things, not the least of all is his wardrobe. Is Octave branching out into fashion?

Something unsettling is going on in the village, and Casper’s going to get to the bottom of it!