Ishiguro's narrators never lie outright—they simply arrange the truth in ways that protect them, and us, from what hurts.
Free verse freed us, but rhyme and meter still do something no other technique can—they make grief and joy memorable enough to carry.
Novels about kitchens, marriages, and small betrayals have been dismissed as minor for too long—they are where the largest questions live.
Every translated poem is a negotiation—some music is lost, some is found, and the reader is the third author in the room.
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