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Tatev Chakhian | One Bed, Two Wars

Tatev Chakhian | One Bed, Two Wars

 ONE BED, TWO WARS Here, our bodies crumble in a foreign land, beneath a rumbling sky of a New Year’s Eve that belongs to others. We share a single bed and two wars. He fears that dying might last longer than living. I reassure him: once you get used to...
Anna Davtyan | Language through Lessons

Anna Davtyan | Language through Lessons

The teacher is always the person who needs to be forgiven for temporariness. I thought of this when I was already a teacher. When I was teaching my young students not a specific profession but was explaining the state of things. In a word there is the state of things,...
Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

She smiled at me, the Nairian girl with slim waist, The Nairian girl –gloomy-eyed and modest, So bright was the face of the mountain-born, The glance so blazing and artless. And my Nairian sun as if glared also In the northern faraways and colds, As if in my field bloomed...
Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”

Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”

Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen” and its Translation into Armenian by Anna Davtyan Alice Munro is a Canadian short story writer, winner of numerous literary awards including the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature for her work as “master of the contemporary short story.” Her short story “Amundsen” appeared in The...
Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

  POETRY FOR THE CHOSEN ONES In the beginning was the Time, Then the Word, then the Sin, then the Fig Leaf, And the again – the Time; and what has not been said still Is roaming in the cave. When God created the world, Created the man, created the...
Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

You’re no good, you’re pitiful my child, my son, my firstborn, my hope, my precious, you’re no good, you hold no vengeance. Your grandpa, my papa Ishkhan had a small blood-red horse: it was so small, he says, that wasn’t taken to army and burned with fury whenever any other...
Hovhannes Tumanyan |  The Reading of the Universe

Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe

You who gave me a gaze toward the skies To reach the higher ends, dive in the Sun, You who gave me a mind heavenly and vast To measure the measureless, its awesome gaps afar. You who tied us, took hold of my soul, Instilling in there the endless, its...
Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

It makes me wonder: while the 6th floor of our building completely had been renovated with beautiful doors and highlighted painted walls, on the 7th there is only one lightbulb, which is probably not working since the collapse of the USSR, and I’m pretty sure that the guy who screwed...
Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

Others chock-full of envy mean evil down with me For I compose a poetry that is a treasure sweet. They say, ‘How does his tonque have such delicacy, That among us non can compete or withstand that rivalry?’ Deceived by the dark, doomed to be blind In slumber they’ll never...
Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

At the beginning of Desolation Angels, Jack Kerouac is all alone, a fire lookout on a mountain peak in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by mountain stillness on all sides. A practicing if erratic Buddhist—“I’m the Buddhknown as the quitter,” he quipped once to his friend Gary Snyder—he has an epiphany:...
Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

“Never die”, appealed my father to me in the deathbed.
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Viken Berberian | Das Kapital

Viken Berberian | Das Kapital

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Karen Antashyan | Ea

Karen Antashyan | Ea

While unaware of everlasting easily starting and hardly ending fuss between women and men from a humble dawn sunflower you dropped, a dew and passed under orange-peach trees filling with yourself or life-o-love-o-lightly
Hasmik Hakobyan | Linguistic realization of modern armenian poetry

Hasmik Hakobyan | Linguistic realization of modern armenian poetry

The diversity of world orders, the thematic-structural elements,the variety of solution of primary problems make the modern poetry significant. Each type of poetry puts its world order and the language of thinking. The words become conventional signs of reality. So what is the poetic reality? What is the function of poetic word? Different poetic directions...
Nerses Atabekyan | Selected Poems

Nerses Atabekyan | Selected Poems

SINKING ECHO Lads, I leave you for a while to see you happy and always together, the pronoun WE has still been personal but for other life no longer. Rain is some distilled water merely, forest is only a vital verdure, every God day is unheired – undying like a distilled baby in a vial....
Violet Grigoryan | Unfinished Ode: Upon the Clitoris

Violet Grigoryan | Unfinished Ode: Upon the Clitoris

Clit-clit-clitoris mine, my itty-bitty fidgeter, my voiceless little stammerer, my tongueless little twitterer, my curly-haired baby bull, my gluttonous little gullet, my rosy-pink-lipped cuntlet, my windowless little chamber, my stuttering baby gurgler, my pretty little floater,
Diana Der-Hovanessian | Selected Poems

Diana Der-Hovanessian | Selected Poems

THANKSGIVING “Love is not all. It is not food nor drink.” Edna St. Vincent Millay Nor is food love, but palate’s sport alone. Even with ceremony, without toast or vow, it is just means of keeping flesh on bone. But table and altar are confused somehow. We substitute our food, again, again for rites of...
International Poetry Festival in Armenia

International Poetry Festival in Armenia

The Writers’ Union of Armenia hosted their first International Poetry Festival in Yerevan within the frame of the Yerevan World Book Capital 2012. Over 50 distinguished poets from Armenia, Artsakh, Canada, Australia, the Middle East, and European and CIS countries participated in this festival.
The creations of Hrant Matevosyan to be translated into Spanish

The creations of Hrant Matevosyan to be translated into Spanish

The novelettes “Sun of autumn”, “Buffalo”, “The bridge of Nana Princess” of Armenian writer, prosaist Hrant Matevosyan will be translated into Spanish language. Armenpress was informed from the director of Armenian school in Uruguay Hovhannes Polukyan that the first translation of the Armenian writer he himself began in 90-s. “At first I translated only “Sun...
Literary Magazine Granish Now Available

Literary Magazine Granish Now Available

By GAYANE OGANESYAN The “Granish” literary magazine debuted on March 26. The magazine’s origin goes back to the electronic literary club of the same name created by Karen Antashyan. The magazine was issued thanks to the “Antares” publishing house’s financial support, as well as the creative work executed by the editorial team consisting of the...