Fall 2024
A Poem as an Open Field
Amsterdam Review meets poet Victoria Chang at the 54th Poetry International Festival in Rotterdam. She talks about her recent artistic dialogue with Agnes Martin's work, the inadequacies of language, and how we're simply waiting for art to wake us all up.
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Selected Poems
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Focus on David BoyleWith their folksy, illustrative quality, full of escapist and surreal themes, David Boyle's artworks are dynamic fields that tell tales full of unexpected twists. Look for a policeman up a tree, or a witch on a broomstick. Let your imagination roam free in this fantastic world.
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Trompe l'Oeil
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Microchipped
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Walk Towards Each Other
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No Landing, Only WonderIn conversation with Carl-Christian ElzeWriting as an act of courage—that's the poetry Carl-Christian Elze wants to gift his readers. He talks about growing up at the zoo, sleepless nights in the Venice labyrinth, and how getting lost and not knowing are the key elements of a literature that endures.
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Sehnsucht
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Three
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Fantasy
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Color Daysby Dian ParkerToday the sky is like whale skin, thick and smooth with slashes of white streaks. Like a whale back crusted by leagues of travel. A Jack London sky. The vast wilderness rushes along, and yet is supremely still. I see a lope of tail surfacing, a fifty-ton mammal swimming above my head. The sky is like a whale’s skin. I sense the markings of a wild thing ...
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Birthday Poem
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Awaiting Praise
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XXX Amsterdam - Hollands Lichtby Daniel NemoPainters travel here from far and wide just to paint the clouds. Reflected strangely by the water, the light is soft and gauzy like a dream that doesn’t know it’s being dreamt ...
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Five Weeks
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Autobiography
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In some gelatinous ether
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Jar of Wishes
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Remembering Sacha Carden
With exhibitions at the Art Institute of Atlanta (GA), Tula Gallery (GA), and Sylva Gallery (NC), Sacha Carden's works have been showcased in Europe and the United States for over 30 years.
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Will the "Truth of Art" Be Convulsive?
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Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies
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Bead
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