Articles by Jacob Lambert
March 15, 2010
The Road: A Comedic Translation (Part 4) 1
Their ravenous mouths were sandwichless, the frail lie exposed. A cracked and empty cicadashell. The new world gray and skeletonboned, heavy with reckoning. No barrelpickles anywhere, not even Polish dills.
January 20, 2010
The Road: A Comedic Translation (Part 3) 5
I dont know, the man said, and it was truth. He didnt know where all the apostrophes had gone.
December 7, 2009
The Road: A Comedic Translation (Part 2) 6
The city was blackened, burned to completion. No sign of life. Not a hobo nor trollop, tourist nor knishvendor. Cars swimbled with ash, heavy with parkingtickets. Never to be paid nor contested, no weary fist shaken at the judge’s vacant robes.
October 21, 2009
The Road: A Comedic Translation (Part 1) 13
The trees dead, the grass dead, the shrubs dead also. The rivers dead. And the streams and reeds, the mosses and voles. Dead as well.
