Cirrus@Austlit

'Summer evenings in Berlin are longlit, they stretch, the city brims. In the long dusk, the public spaces grow suddenly thick with long-shanked people, the shops spill their wares onto the street, apartment-dwellers drink beer on their building doorsteps. It's an unfolding of kinds. Summer is a special time in that city and I was always aware of my luck: I'd only been offered my exchange in June so it could coincide with a poetry festival held in early summer each year...' (Publication abstract)