I am working on several projects, including a couple of essays I need to finish soon. One of the most pressing deadlines involves translations of texts by and about Nicanor Parra. I find translation extremely difficult, something that can cause dread and discomfort because good solutions seem impossible, but this time I am having a lot of fun.
Nothing + great than poem XX
Little is gained by spitting upwards
It’s just that you don’t know XXI
Nicanor Parra (translated by Magdalena Edwards)