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Tunisia, One Year Later: A Conversation with Sihem Bensedrine
Just for telling the policeman who arrested you that it was your right to protest, you would pay for it. You would be sent to prison. You would lose… More
Paul Auster Responds to Turkish Prime Minister, Speaks for Jailed Writers
Author and PEN American Center Member Paul Auster issued a statement today addressed to Turkish Prime Minister Tayyip Erdogan that highlights the cases of Ragip Zarakolu and the scores… More
Fighting The Sad Scourge of Our Times
John Ralston Saul, Russell Banks, and Elena Poniatowska from PEN American Center, Marian Botsford Fraser from PEN Canada, and many others from PEN International and centers in Europe and Asia are traveling to Mexico… More
The Answer to the Riddle Is Me
When my parents walked into my room at the asylum, some motor in my brain spun and sparked a blue arc of electricity between two exiled neurons in my… More
Editor Muhammed Bekjanov to Serve An Additional Five Years in Prison
Uzbek editor, Muhammed Bekjanov, held since 1999 on charges widely believed to have been fabricated and whose sentence was about to expire in the coming days, has been served… More
Fighting The Sad Scourge of Our Times¥
John Ralston Saul, Russell Banks, and Elena Poniatowska from PEN American Center, Marian Botsford Fraser from PEN Canada, and many others from PEN International and centers in Europe and Asia are traveling to Mexico… More
Confronting a Culture of Impunity
John Ralston Saul, Russell Banks, and Elena Poniatowska from PEN American Center, Marian Botsford Fraser from PEN Canada, and many others from PEN International and centers in Europe and Asia are traveling to Mexico… More
Confronting a Culture of Impunity
John Ralston Saul, Russell Banks, and Elena Poniatowska from PEN American Center, Marian Botsford Fraser from PEN Canada, and many others from PEN International and centers in Europe and Asia are traveling to Mexico… More
Five Poems
Transparent like a baby’s fingernail, / the broken column protects dead nerves. / My cat licks her paw and smack! your pudgy mass / jumps, blood escaping into jute… More
I Drink Bronze Light
Great American summer lakes/ right now I am flying above you / through a rare cloudless transparent sky / back to the city where it is always / cold… More