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Rebecca Tamás
REBECCA TAMÁS is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at York St John University. Her pamphlet Savage was published by Clinic, and was a LRB Bookshop pamphlet of the year, and a Poetry School book of the year. Rebecca’s first full-length poetry collection, WITCH, was published by Penned in the Margins in March 2019. She is editor, together with Sarah Shin, of Spells: 21st Century Occult Poetry, published by Ignota Books. Her collection Strangers: Essays on the Human and Nonhuman was published by Makina Books in October 2020.  

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Interview with Ariana Reines

Interview

July 2019

Rebecca Tamás

Interview

July 2019

I first became aware of Ariana Reines’s work through her early poetry collection The Cow (2006), which went on to win the prestigious Alberta Prize. I...

Essay

Issue No. 24

The Songs of Hecate: Poetry and the Language of the Occult

Rebecca Tamás

Essay

Issue No. 24

  I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have...

‘Being so caught up So mastered’ Yeats     I was too shy to say anything but Your poems are so beautiful What kinds of things, feelings, or ideas inspire you, I mean, outside the raw experiences of your life? He turned a strange crosshatched colour as if he stood in a clouded painting, and said, Thanks, but no other phenomena intrude upon my starlit mind     I see you are wondering what this is all about Don’t mind me, I’m talking to myself again Yes, poetry is nice and often beautiful, yet it doesn’t beget much attention, money, or even a simple thanks for placing the best words in the best order That’s when I forget all about your incessant demands, and the restless subject leaps the stream in Technicolour— until the Remembrancer appears and says, Stop this wasteful life     Doctor, lawyer, thief These fancies of yours could cost a life or worse, two Meanwhile, he perceives my gifted body upholding my mind as I’m explaining my stuff on the Unicorn Tapestries, cheeks starting to colour, feathers ruffling, quiet shudders He shrugs, Your content sounds too beautiful but I’d like to read it sometime Okay He says all the right things, like I love you Hyacinth Girl Things get interesting until the sudden blow: Thanks     For the memories What I’ll think seeing his new work in The New Yorker is Thanks for nothing, asshole, as he drops me for that prolific pastoral life with his wife upstate The more I think about it, it all depends upon your phantom attention Surely a world embroiders itself in one’s mind at any moment, words resounding, ardent present clarifyingly beautiful And beautifully truthful You know? Here I should put in a lapis colour     Or a murky midnight blue Or have the crowd stagger by in a riot of colour pinning down the helpless beast with spears and ritualistic thanks to their gods What one really wants to get at is the real, the eternally beautiful like The White Album or something That’s what makes one perilous life worth living All the brute indifference, humiliation, and failure can put one in the mind to give up, freak out, kill somebody, heart battered, so mastered Oh you     Wherever I go, on the subway, in my cubicle,

Contributor

July 2015

Rebecca Tamás

Contributor

July 2015

REBECCA TAMÁS is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at York St John University. Her pamphlet Savage was published by Clinic, and...

Interrogations

poetry

Issue No. 14

Rebecca Tamás

poetry

Issue No. 14

INTERROGATION (1)     Are you a witch?   Are you   Have you had relations with the devil?   Have you   Have...

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Interview

March 2016

Interview with Han Kang

TR. Deborah Smith

Sarah Shin

Interview

March 2016

Han Kang is a disquieting storyteller who leads the reader into the very heart of human experience, where the...

fiction

June 2011

Arthur Miller

Michael Amherst

fiction

June 2011

The last time I saw Vin and Jackie we were killing slugs. The three of us had been smoking...

fiction

July 2012

The Pits

FMJ Botham

fiction

July 2012

Sometimes he would emerge from his bedroom around midday and the sun would be more or less bright, or...

 

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