James Storbakken | The Antonym

The Dreams of Scipio— A Spanish poem by Luis Cruz

Oct 20, 2022 | Poetry | 0 |

Translated from the Spanish by James Storbakken I imagined,Yes, I imagined I was in a temple...

A Spirit Mystified Within Its Own Labyrinth— Pedro Licona

Oct 20, 2022 | Poetry | 0 |

Translated from the Spanish by James Storbakken Ahead, a long line of wayward shadowsAnd the house...

M. Proust, J. Ruskin, and Cattleyas— James Storbakken

Sep 5, 2022 | Non Fiction | 0 |

For they contain all the beautiful, obsolete forms of language which preserve the memory of usages...

The Calculated Sentiments of Rainer— James Storbakken

Aug 25, 2022 | Non Fiction | 0 |

The Gazelle Gazella Dorcas Enchanted one: how shall the harmonyof two perfect words attain that...

A Picnic in the Sunshine with Knausgaard and Proust— James Storbakken

Aug 17, 2022 | Non Fiction | 0 |

The day Karl Ove Knausgaard was to speak in Hollywood, touring to promote the U.S. debut of the...

The Importance of Ernest Resurfaced in Órgiva – James Storbakken

May 8, 2022 | Non Fiction | 0 |

The dusty streets don’t care, nor do the local residents, but the blatant fact is that the town is full of thousands of hippies. And in this little Andalusian village on the hillside, Órgiva, nestled within the smooth, barren...

Chambers and the Oases – James Storbakken

Feb 21, 2022 | Fiction | 1 |

“The music hall, not poetry, is a criticism of life.”-James A. A. Joyce for Daan Yes, Thomas Gruewald sat by the fountain in the Pl. Nueva every Saturday and every Thursday. Yes, he waited until the line of shadow and sunlight...