The Knot of My Tongue: Prose and Poems by Zehra Naqvi
The Knot of My Tongue: Prose and Poems is a complex and rewarding read that has drawn me back to the poems repeatedly.
The Knot of My Tongue: Prose and Poems is a complex and rewarding read that has drawn me back to the poems repeatedly.
In G, Klara du Plessis and Khashayar “Kes” Mohammadi look at a single sound that connects two parts of the world that we rarely imagine in proximity, Iran and South Africa. They do so by exploring the voiceless uvular fricative and its close cousin, the voiced velar fricative, which are presented phonetically by the Greek letters chi (x) and gamma (ɣ) and are generally transposed into a roman alphabet as ch (e.g., loch) or kh (e.g., Khalil).
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