Joseph Schreiber
@roughghosts.bsky.social
Reader, writer, editor, lonely wanderer. Based in Calgary, Canada. Write about books at www.roughghosts.com Essays Editor at Minor Literature[s].
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Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social #GermanLitMonth
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Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm
two! one two – one two – three! . two one two three – four . two “a recounting,” the first number poem you encounter in Gerhard Rühm’s The Folded Clock, opens with a lengthy note…
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November 26, 2025 at 10:51 AM
Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social #GermanLitMonth
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Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social #GermanLitMonth
roughghosts.com/2025/11/26/c...
roughghosts.com/2025/11/26/c...
Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm
two! one two – one two – three! . two one two three – four . two “a recounting,” the first number poem you encounter in Gerhard Rühm’s The Folded Clock, opens with a lengthy note…
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November 26, 2025 at 10:51 AM
Counting, accounting and recounting: The Folded Clock by Gerhard Rühm, translated by Alexander Booth @wordkunst.bsky.social @twistedspoon.bsky.social #GermanLitMonth
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Asmi Kartikeya on a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge.
November 25, 2025 at 9:08 AM
Asmi Kartikeya on a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge.
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"Intimacy and alienation coexist, coalesce to form the arcane, the realm of the spectral, where ghosts as old as the advent of language live, breathe, and rot ..."
Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
(On a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge) (Ranbir Kaleka, ‘Not Anonymous Waking to the obscure fear of a new Dawn’, Single channel projection on m…
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November 25, 2025 at 6:01 PM
"Intimacy and alienation coexist, coalesce to form the arcane, the realm of the spectral, where ghosts as old as the advent of language live, breathe, and rot ..."
Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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Asmi Kartikeya on a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge.
November 25, 2025 at 9:08 AM
Asmi Kartikeya on a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge.
Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
(On a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge) (Ranbir Kaleka, ‘Not Anonymous Waking to the obscure fear of a new Dawn’, Single channel projection on m…
minorliteratures.com
November 25, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Muktibodh: A Presentiment of Salvation, the Filmic in the Ruins of Civilization — Asmi Kartikeya
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ICYMI, I wrote about the second installment of Jón Kalman Stefánsson's Trilogy of the Boy, finaly available in North America from @biblioasis.bsky.social #IcelandicLit
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The boy sticks his head all the way out and his black hair whitens, the ground lies everywhere beneath a thick layer of the sorrow of angels, no grazing either in pasture or on beach, all the lives…
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November 25, 2025 at 2:42 AM
ICYMI, I wrote about the second installment of Jón Kalman Stefánsson's Trilogy of the Boy, finaly available in North America from @biblioasis.bsky.social #IcelandicLit
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
November, for me, has been an endless stream of political and bureaucratic nightmares, so what better way to head into the last week of the month than to be rear-ended by an intoxicated driver who fled the scene. Sometimes life really does suck.
November 24, 2025 at 6:24 AM
November, for me, has been an endless stream of political and bureaucratic nightmares, so what better way to head into the last week of the month than to be rear-ended by an intoxicated driver who fled the scene. Sometimes life really does suck.
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Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, translated by Philip Roughton @biblioasis.bsky.social
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Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The boy sticks his head all the way out and his black hair whitens, the ground lies everywhere beneath a thick layer of the sorrow of angels, no grazing either in pasture or on beach, all the lives…
roughghosts.com
November 23, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, translated by Philip Roughton @biblioasis.bsky.social
roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, translated by Philip Roughton @biblioasis.bsky.social
roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The boy sticks his head all the way out and his black hair whitens, the ground lies everywhere beneath a thick layer of the sorrow of angels, no grazing either in pasture or on beach, all the lives…
roughghosts.com
November 23, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Here at the end of the world: The Sorrow of Angels by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, translated by Philip Roughton @biblioasis.bsky.social
roughghosts.com/2025/11/23/h...
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I'm finding it almost impossible to engage with social media these days. But a couple of recent releases have arrived over the past week or so courtesy of @archipelagobooks.bsky.social
November 22, 2025 at 3:47 AM
I'm finding it almost impossible to engage with social media these days. But a couple of recent releases have arrived over the past week or so courtesy of @archipelagobooks.bsky.social
"Drums reverberate.
An oil lamp gleams.
Heat. Sweat.
Gods and heroes
dance through the night."
Images and words by @kimdorman.bsky.social
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An oil lamp gleams.
Heat. Sweat.
Gods and heroes
dance through the night."
Images and words by @kimdorman.bsky.social
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Kerala Notes by Kim Dorman
Photos by Kim Dorman Through a grimy windowopen fieldssmall houses by trackspeople standingor sittingin doorwayswatching the train . . . 6.30 p.m. muezzin’s call to prayer . . . The battered, ruste…
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November 21, 2025 at 7:25 PM
"Drums reverberate.
An oil lamp gleams.
Heat. Sweat.
Gods and heroes
dance through the night."
Images and words by @kimdorman.bsky.social
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An oil lamp gleams.
Heat. Sweat.
Gods and heroes
dance through the night."
Images and words by @kimdorman.bsky.social
burninghousepress.com/2025/11/21/k...
"We aren’t mere witnesses to the End Times, we are the living ends that midwife the next extinctions; we’re fulfilling karma rather than breaking it."
00:00:00 on the International Date Line — Gabriela Denise Frank minorliteratures.com/2025/11/20/0...
00:00:00 on the International Date Line — Gabriela Denise Frank minorliteratures.com/2025/11/20/0...
00:00:00 on the International Date Line — Gabriela Denise Frank
I want to be ruined by the thing I already knew in the new desiring.—Alina Ștefănescu How many times have I pursued Love across this membrane of Death?Flight En-Zed-Three departs El-Ay-Ex at Eight-…
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November 20, 2025 at 9:27 AM
"We aren’t mere witnesses to the End Times, we are the living ends that midwife the next extinctions; we’re fulfilling karma rather than breaking it."
00:00:00 on the International Date Line — Gabriela Denise Frank minorliteratures.com/2025/11/20/0...
00:00:00 on the International Date Line — Gabriela Denise Frank minorliteratures.com/2025/11/20/0...
Nonfiction submissions will also open for the month of December.
@minorliteratures.bsky.social will open for fiction submissions December 1st
November 20, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Nonfiction submissions will also open for the month of December.
"Immediately upon starting the game, players find themselves thrust into an angular pastoral scene painted in pointillist textures. The uneven green field is marked with two-dimensional outcroppings of wild grass and tufts of bright pixelated flowers. "
November 18, 2025 at 9:21 AM
"Immediately upon starting the game, players find themselves thrust into an angular pastoral scene painted in pointillist textures. The uneven green field is marked with two-dimensional outcroppings of wild grass and tufts of bright pixelated flowers. "
No books to show off; it's been a tough reading month so far, but I did get a new pair of trail runners. Saucony Peregrine Goretex—I was waiting for a sale and snapped them up as soon as I saw them. Nothing like new shoes to lift the spirits.
November 16, 2025 at 2:08 AM
No books to show off; it's been a tough reading month so far, but I did get a new pair of trail runners. Saucony Peregrine Goretex—I was waiting for a sale and snapped them up as soon as I saw them. Nothing like new shoes to lift the spirits.
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Winding Up the Week #447
This week, I look at books read and reviewed, discover some of the best writing about literature on the blogosphere, announce Doorstoppers in December, keep up with a variety of literary anniversar…
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November 15, 2025 at 6:40 PM
"A nameless place – a place of nothing. There is a garden outside, but it is a garden without seasons, where nobody walks, where no one listens to the sound of birds."
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans
It was the woolgathering, of course, the preoccupation with non-human things, the interest in the wrong place… What I think of is fragments dispersed by the wind and left behind. A word that conjur…
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November 14, 2025 at 3:58 AM
"A nameless place – a place of nothing. There is a garden outside, but it is a garden without seasons, where nobody walks, where no one listens to the sound of birds."
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
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"This still and unspoken time is one I recognise, the shifting boundaries between realms of sleep and waking, the edges of oblivion. She writes: ‘My thoughts have become strands of weed, of no special colour, slowly undulating in colourless water.’"
—Anna Evans, soaks in the work of Ana Kavan
—Anna Evans, soaks in the work of Ana Kavan
In A Nameless Place: Some Notes on Reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans
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In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans
It was the woolgathering, of course, the preoccupation with non-human things, the interest in the wrong place… What I think of is fragments dispersed by the wind and left behind. A word that conjur…
minorliteratures.com
November 13, 2025 at 9:18 AM
"This still and unspoken time is one I recognise, the shifting boundaries between realms of sleep and waking, the edges of oblivion. She writes: ‘My thoughts have become strands of weed, of no special colour, slowly undulating in colourless water.’"
—Anna Evans, soaks in the work of Ana Kavan
—Anna Evans, soaks in the work of Ana Kavan
"Kavan feels like a writer for those times of absence, when everything falls away. I am insubstantial."
Anna Evans reflects on Ana Kavan's Asylum Piece
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
Anna Evans reflects on Ana Kavan's Asylum Piece
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans
It was the woolgathering, of course, the preoccupation with non-human things, the interest in the wrong place… What I think of is fragments dispersed by the wind and left behind. A word that conjur…
minorliteratures.com
November 13, 2025 at 9:11 AM
"Kavan feels like a writer for those times of absence, when everything falls away. I am insubstantial."
Anna Evans reflects on Ana Kavan's Asylum Piece
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
Anna Evans reflects on Ana Kavan's Asylum Piece
In a nameless place: some notes on reading Anna Kavan’s Asylum Piece — Anna Evans minorliteratures.com/2025/11/13/i...
Experimental poetry from Azerbaijan! How cool is that?
Attention Span — Elnura Huseynova minorliteratures.com/2025/11/11/a...
Attention Span — Elnura Huseynova minorliteratures.com/2025/11/11/a...
Attention Span — Elnura Huseynova
stay for a moment hey november as slipping through your fingers but moving on movement tilts a stroke of time moving as it is one after another which blows statues as if immune to others for you ha…
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November 12, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Experimental poetry from Azerbaijan! How cool is that?
Attention Span — Elnura Huseynova minorliteratures.com/2025/11/11/a...
Attention Span — Elnura Huseynova minorliteratures.com/2025/11/11/a...
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Some #IcelandicLit for you as we head into the cold, dark days of winter! 😎🇮🇸📚
ICYMI I wrote about the first book of the Trilogy About the Boy, now available in North America from @biblioasis.bsky.social The second book The Sorrow of Angels is out now!
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The sea on one side, steep and lofty mountains on the other; that’s our whole story in fact. The authorities, merchants, might rule our destitute days, but the mountains and the sea rule life, they…
roughghosts.com
November 11, 2025 at 2:57 PM
Some #IcelandicLit for you as we head into the cold, dark days of winter! 😎🇮🇸📚
Reposted by Joseph Schreiber
“How many years fit into one day?”
Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
#BookReview by @roughghosts.bsky.social
#Translation #Biblioasis
Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
#BookReview by @roughghosts.bsky.social
#Translation #Biblioasis
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The sea on one side, steep and lofty mountains on the other; that’s our whole story in fact. The authorities, merchants, might rule our destitute days, but the mountains and the sea rule life, they…
roughghosts.com
November 10, 2025 at 4:16 PM
“How many years fit into one day?”
Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
#BookReview by @roughghosts.bsky.social
#Translation #Biblioasis
Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
#BookReview by @roughghosts.bsky.social
#Translation #Biblioasis
ICYMI I wrote about the first book of the Trilogy About the Boy, now available in North America from @biblioasis.bsky.social The second book The Sorrow of Angels is out now!
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The sea on one side, steep and lofty mountains on the other; that’s our whole story in fact. The authorities, merchants, might rule our destitute days, but the mountains and the sea rule life, they…
roughghosts.com
November 11, 2025 at 2:16 AM
ICYMI I wrote about the first book of the Trilogy About the Boy, now available in North America from @biblioasis.bsky.social The second book The Sorrow of Angels is out now!
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
Reposted by Joseph Schreiber
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, tr. by Philip Roughton @biblioasis.bsky.social
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson
The sea on one side, steep and lofty mountains on the other; that’s our whole story in fact. The authorities, merchants, might rule our destitute days, but the mountains and the sea rule life, they…
roughghosts.com
November 9, 2025 at 3:19 AM
“How many years fit into one day?” Heaven and Hell by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, tr. by Philip Roughton @biblioasis.bsky.social
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...
roughghosts.com/2025/11/08/h...