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This year’s theme of Public Lives/Private Lives couldn't be more timely. How do we draw a line between our private and public selves? When must we tell private stories for the public good? Do we need to redefine the meaning of public and private in the 21st century?
In the lead-up to this year’s PEN World Voices Festival of International Literature, Festival authors explore this year's theme of Public Lives/Private Lives.
Festival authors: contribute your writing to this collection.
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A Morning in Brooklyn
by Susan Bernofsky
It is too early yet to be awake. In a dream / just now I walked / through a house I once lived in . . . [More]
Apuntes/Notes/Notes/Notizen
by Horacio Castellanos Moya
No poseo nada: ni casa, ni auto, ni habitación, ni una cama. Vivo de paso y de prestado.
I own nothing: no house, no car, no room, not even a bed. I wander from place to place and live from hand to mouth. [More]
Selected Poems
by Tina Chang
Labor
My handwriting is rough, a prisoner’s scripted / letter, the cropped fields and your winter hands. . . [More]
The Day of the Typewriters
by György Dragomán
I spent my childhood in socialist Romania. In 1983 I learned that the two most dangerous objects in our household were my father's air-gun and his typewriter. [More]
Evaporation 1
by Forrest Gander
It’s not an insult to refuse to drain the glass, she tells me / And a fly crawls from the bowl of sauza picante. [More]
Clean Sheets
by Arnon Grunberg
At Hotel G. they have three kinds of garbage: paper, plastic and Schweinefutter. [More]
Selected Poems
by Brian Henry
Decomposition by the Ljubljanica
The tower with its clock & flag / clicks & flaps above the riverlet . . . [More]
Village Rumors
by Lieve Joris
A few weeks ago, the phone rang at 11:45 pm in my home in Amsterdam. It was my friend Vincent, who’s been living in Sweden since he fled Congo some fifteen years ago. [More]
Information Highway Song
by Irakli Kakabadze
I got lost on Information Highway, / When I looked for a simple and unsophisticated my way! [More]
Public Lives/Private Lives
by Michael Krüger
Media, the Internet, YouTube: the last step in our narcissistic and political development to expose our private life in public will be the publication of our genetic code. [More]
About Private (Writing) Life
by Amanda Michalopoulou
After readings, people usually ask me if what I read was true. And I repeat that if autobiography is, as Henry James put it, “the atmosphere of the mind” then yes, my stories are referring to life events. [More]
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Water Rice Memory
by Chiori Miyagawa
There was something suspicious about the death of Yokochi City’s mayor’s daughter. [More]
Public Lives/Private Lives
by Antonio Monda
I believe that one of the most problematic and fascinating conflicts of our time is the relationship between our intimate beliefs and our public life. [More]
Selected Poems
by Idra Novey
Pausing Outside a House
Santiago, Chile 2005
Here, where a ruin longs
to be a house, and a house
to be left to ruin.
[More]
American Eyes
by Kristín Ómarsdóttir
Every day as a child I looked at a yellow box of American cereal while I enjoyed my breakfast at an American kitchen table at my home, in a house in Hafnarfjörður; a small town eight miles from Reykjavík, Iceland. [More]
Weihnachten
by Jutta Richter
Was würdest Du machen, wenn Weihnachten wär' / und kein Engel würde singen. / Es gäbe auch keine Geschenke mehr, / kein >Süsser-die-Glocken-nie-kIingen<. [More]
Woman Reading a Letter
by Evelyn Schlag
She stands in profile at the window / From which we only see the light . . . [More]
Surface Tension
by Ravi Shankar
Scarified now but how? When we once heard / parades from windows, swayed in artificially / luminescent reeds under the Brooklyn Bridge . . . [More]
Vestige
by Caridad Svich
Shelled in fear / beneath a pile of shells / I pretend I'm dead / and wait for the gunfire to stop . . . [More]
Mister Brecht
by Gonçalo M. Tavares
One day, in a certain country, a man with two heads appeared. He was considered to be a monster, and not a man. [More]
On Writing The Informers
by Juan Gabriel Vásquez
In 1999, four or five days before the end of the century, I met a woman of German-Jewish origin who had arrived in Colombia in 1938. [More]
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