My translations of Jack Hirschman in THREE

I met Daniele Ferroni a little over a year ago in Bologna, where I had traveled in order to interview Jack for the biography I am writing. Daniele is a photographer and he has a small publishing house where he  produces poetry art books in limited number of copies. He is a generous soul and, knowing that I work as a translator, he pomptly involved me in his project THREE, a poetry art book with 3 poems by Jack. This masterpiece is now ready and I am so pleased to have received my copies just yesterday. The book is printed on special paper and it also contains 2 black & white pictures of Jack and 2 etchings made specifically for this work by artist Federico Guerri. A plexiglas case contains the book. I do feel thankful for my translations being part of such a beautiful art work!

Ho incontrato Daniele Ferroni circa un anno fa a Bologna, dove mi ero recata per intervistare Jack per la biografia che sto scrivendo. Daniele è un fotografo di origini romagnole che ha una piccola casa editrice che pubblica libri artistici di poesia in edizione limitata. Essendo un'anima generosa, una volta saputo che ero una traduttrice, mi ha proposto di collaborare al suo progetto THREE, un libro di poesia contenente 3 poesie di Jack. Questo capolavoro ha visto la luce infine e sono molto lieta di aver ricevuto le mie copie giusto ieri. Il libro è stampato su carta speciale e contiene 2 foto in bianco e nero di Jack, oltre a 2 acqueforti dell'artista Federico Guerri. Una scatola di plexiglas contiene il libro. Sono davvero felice che le mie traduzioni facciano parte di una così bella opera d'arte.


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