Welcome to our third issue of The Copenhagen Review.


We bring you two new elements: books and music.

Danish HYMNIA is our favorite choir in this part of the world. They specialize in modern classical a-cappella music. We bring an example of their efforts, a lovely composition by the Danish composer MORTEN POULSEN.

UNA SKOTT hails from the Baltic Island of Bornholm. She has created a jazzy, French-singing troupe that goes by the name of name of T╔L╔ ROUGE.

We bring four poets as well.

DIETER M. GR─F is one of the more interesting German word-smiths of the day. We include three poems from his new collection, Buch Vier.

LOUISE C. CALLAGHAN is Irish. We are privileged to bring one of her poems here.

SUSANNE CROMWELL is a new Danish voice on the poetic scene. Welcome her with a careful read of her subtle poems.

Welcome, too, the young Danish poet MARIE ZEUTHEN who appears here for the first time. We wish her fair winds.

BIRGITTE BANG BREJNEDAL writes both poetry and fiction. We bring her prose piece in both Danish and English.

As something new, we inform you of the publication of certain books. GITTAN SARAH PEDERSEN, whose knife-sharp words were featured in the first issue The Copenhagen Review, has written an appreciation of CHARLOTTE INUK'S new novel, Store dyr.

The Copenhagen Review tells you here about LENE HENNINGSEN'S latest book, JON EIRIK LINDBERG'S recent Norwegian fashioning (both writers are contributors to TCR), as well as books of correspondence: between INGEBORG BACHMANN and PAUL CELAN (Herzzeit), and between TOMAS TRANSTRÍMER and ROBERT BLY (Airport). We bring you excerpts from both books.

We are an online magazine you should return to again and again. That is why we do not bring TOO much. Read what you can and then come back to read what you couldn't the first time. Reread the poems you didn't quite get.

You can click onto previous issues in the upper left hand corner of this page.


Gordon Walmsley, editor


thanks to Magnus Falko, Heike Houben, Judyta Preis and the contributors, for various and sundry things