Andraž and Tomaž Šalamun Andraž and Tomaž Šalamun, sitting in green armchairs, two awesome salesmen from the least. (I meant to write from the east, but mistyped.) He with his madness, I with my Christ. Both of us stare at the smoke. Yeah, I fuck his brain. He loves my cries. (I meant to write […]
The poet Samuel Menash died a little more than three years ago, on August 26, 2011. I hadn’t seen him in a while. We were introduced at a writers’ party on the Upper West Side and discovered our mutual interest in Hubert Butler.