Red Thread
A poetry compilation of the first international gathering of Nordic publishers, cultural organizers, translators and performers under the name of "Red Thread", with the intention of forming an alliance and strengthening our network for the documentation of multimedia art in translation to and from multimedia languages and minority languages in the Nordic countries.
A poetry compilation of the first international gathering of Nordic publishers, cultural organizers, translators and performers under the name of "Red Thread", with the intention of forming an alliance and strengthening our network for the documentation of multimedia art in translation to and from multimedia languages and minority languages in the Nordic countries.
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Costa Rica / Denmark<br />
WHAT IS LIFE<br />
PABLO SABORIO<br />
Born in Costa Rica, Pablo<br />
Saborío is a visual artist and poet<br />
based in Copenhagen, Denmark.<br />
His recent publications include<br />
Columbia Journal, Conduit,<br />
Rigorous, West Trade Review,<br />
DASH, among other literary<br />
journals. Pablo is the poetry<br />
editor of <strong>Red</strong> Door Magazine.<br />
www.pablosaborio.com<br />
www.beyondlanguagepoetry.com<br />
They said that life was in the nerve, in the violence of<br />
vibration that traveled like a series of waves up through a<br />
network of neurons exploding in the dark. That life, this<br />
treasure of words, was a chemical sculpture intertwining<br />
with the void in order to shelter a socket of emotion. That<br />
matter deep and self-bound was made of strings and<br />
enlarged into a dream nobody could understand. They<br />
said life was a single white cloud in the dark sky of death<br />
– that life could be transmitted, like a ripple through time,<br />
on a vessel that was as fragile as its contents. That once<br />
alive all the galaxies would be dewdrops on the skin of<br />
a god. That the earth could harbor, among its shadows,<br />
the monstrosity of a pure capsule of silence. They said<br />
that in the cold habitat of their technology they could<br />
rebuild the sadness that travels between the moon and<br />
our hearts. That life was a response, an act shimmering at<br />
the edge of a machine.<br />
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