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Elizabeth  Eva Lampman - Vimarsana News

Elizabeth  Eva Lampman

On October 27th, 1988 Elizabeth Eva Lampman entered this world with her eyes wide open. It remained that way for 35 years. Liz (Lizzy, Ibby) passed away on April 7th

Elizabeth  Eva Lampman - Vimarsana News

Elizabeth  Eva Lampman

On October 27th, 1988 Elizabeth Eva Lampman entered this world with her eyes wide open. It remained that way for 35 years. Liz (Lizzy, Ibby) passed away on April 7th

A Poetry Revival: Three Poets on Ethiopia's Thriving Amharic Poetry Scene - Vimarsana News

A Poetry Revival: Three Poets on Ethiopia's Thriving Amharic Poetry Scene

A Poetry Revival: Three Poets on Ethiopia’s Thriving Amharic Poetry Scene Published by Carcanet Press in the UK last year, Songs We Learn from Trees is the first book of Amharic poetry in English translation. Editors Chris Beckett and Alemu Tebeje, themselves poets and translators, present over 250 pages of poetry ranging from folk and religious verse to work by contemporary and diaspora poets. While the anthology provides a representative survey of poems in Amharic, it is still only the tip of the iceberg, opening the door for readers to imagine how much more Ethiopian poetry remains to b...

Catapult | How Scent Returned My Life to Me - Vimarsana News

Catapult | How Scent Returned My Life to Me

Jan 11, 2021 The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed. This is Per Fumar, a column by Mishka Hoosen about the olfactory art of perfumery and how it has impacted his life. * When my seizures come, it’s almost always a smell that sets them off. The scent of bricks, sometimes, or the scent of menstrual blood. Sometimes all it takes is a single breath, and time collapses in on itself. I’m five years old again, or thirteen—the world distorts, color and light shifting and deforming until I don’t know any separatio...