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by Libba Bray I take it to the sofa and tear away the paper. It's a copy of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese . "Oh," I say, hoping I don't sound as disappointed as I feel. "A book." "It was your mother's. They were her favorites. She used to read them to me in the evenings." He breaks off, unable to continue. “Father?" He pulls me to him, holding me close. "I'm glad you're home, Gemma."

My friends keep moving to Oakland. Gone from San Francisco for greener pastures and cheaper rents, because it’s just gotten too hard, by which I really mean too expensive. Their move signals that something has gone terribly wrong in this most progressive of American cities. In some ways, we came by the problem innocently. San Francisco had the good fortune to be one of the very few 19th century industrial cities to successfully make the transition to a new, post-industrial economic base. It wasn’t just bohemians who set up shop here—all kinds of entrepreneurs and creative business people decided to call San Francisco home. As wave after wave of older industrial jobs moved out of town, new types of work were created to replace them. At the same time, San Francisco was a great place to live. Partly from historical inheritance and partly from the work of activists who chose to make the city the focus of their activism, the city remained a walkable, urban paradise compared to most o...

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Santa uva que estais no Paraíso, purificada Sejais vós sem enxofre, Venha a nós o vosso Líquido, para ser bebido À nossa vontade Tanto em casa como na Taberna,três litros Por cada hora nos dai  Hoje, perdoai-nos As vezes em que bebemos menos, Assim como o mal que  Nos fazeis, não nos  Deixeis cair atordoados e  Livrai-nos Da Polícia e da GNR  a horas mortas… 

Why is writing about sex so difficult? GEOFF DYER:  Sex scenes are difficult to write partly because the choice of verbs and nouns is so limited. You can mint new verbs — one of Martin Amis’s characters speaks of having “Mailered” a woman — but this tends to take us into the realm of comedy, and sex, if it’s going well, is not comic. Even when it’s going badly, i.e., not going at all, it tends to be embarrassing rather than funny. Because having sex with someone for the first time is a leap into another reality — one moment you’re having drinks, the next you’re doing stuff you have dreamed of since you were 13 — it seems to demand a shift into a new register. Except, it seems, if you’re writing about gay male sex. In Alan Hollinghurst’s novels you get these day-to-day scenes, described in meticulous, almost classical prose, and then, without any change of gear, we are in a demotic tangle of body parts. Writing my first novel in the 1980s, at the height of the feminist terror...

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Morreu esta segunda-feira em Lisboa, aos 88 anos, o poeta e ensaísta António Ramos Rosa, um dos nomes cimeiros da literatura portuguesa contemporânea, autor de quase uma centena de títulos, de  O Grito Claro  (1958), a sua célebre obra de estreia, até  Em Torno do Imponderável , um belo livro de poemas breves publicado em 2012. Exemplo de uma entrega radical à escrita, como talvez não haja outro na poesia portuguesa contemporânea, Ramos Rosa morreu por volta das 13h30 desta segunda-feira, em consequência de uma infecção respiratória, em Lisboa, no Hospital Egas Moniz. Além da sua vastíssima obra poética, escreveu livros de ensaios que marcaram sucessivas gerações de leitores de poesia , como  Poesia, Liberdade Livre  (1962) ou  A Poesia Moderna e a Interrogação do Real  (1979), traduziu muitos poetas e prosadores estrangeiros, sobretudo de língua francesa, e organizou uma importante antologia de poetas portugueses contemporâneos (a quarta e última...

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