website statistics The Past - PDF Books Online
Hot Best Seller

The Past

Availability: Ready to download

Elegiac and searching, poems written in the long shadow of immigration The poems in Wendy Xu's third collection, The Past, fantasize uneasily about becoming a palatable lyric record of their namesake, while ultimately working to disrupt this Westernized desire. Born in Shandong, China, in 1987, Wendy Xu immigrated to the United States in 1989, three days ahead of the events Elegiac and searching, poems written in the long shadow of immigration The poems in Wendy Xu's third collection, The Past, fantasize uneasily about becoming a palatable lyric record of their namesake, while ultimately working to disrupt this Westernized desire. Born in Shandong, China, in 1987, Wendy Xu immigrated to the United States in 1989, three days ahead of the events of Tian'anmen Square. The Past probes the multi-generational binds of family, displacement, and immigration as an ongoing psychic experience without end. Moving spontaneously between lyric, fragment, prose, and subversions in "traditional" Chinese forms, the book culminates in a centerpiece series of "Tian'anmen Square sonnets" (and their subsequent erasures), to conjure up the irrepressible past, and ultimately imagine a new kind of poem: at once code and confession. "Tian'anmen Sonnet" (dead air in air ... ) Dead air in air The anniversary of language holds you back against bucolic dreaming, down stream from here is running a miraculous color, elegy bursts like a ribbon in air Thinking again of the Square today Bold sky, passing episodes of cloud Vegetation mutters in the Far West A column of ghosts going violet over time Familiar song looping overhead Lines pressed in air


Compare

Elegiac and searching, poems written in the long shadow of immigration The poems in Wendy Xu's third collection, The Past, fantasize uneasily about becoming a palatable lyric record of their namesake, while ultimately working to disrupt this Westernized desire. Born in Shandong, China, in 1987, Wendy Xu immigrated to the United States in 1989, three days ahead of the events Elegiac and searching, poems written in the long shadow of immigration The poems in Wendy Xu's third collection, The Past, fantasize uneasily about becoming a palatable lyric record of their namesake, while ultimately working to disrupt this Westernized desire. Born in Shandong, China, in 1987, Wendy Xu immigrated to the United States in 1989, three days ahead of the events of Tian'anmen Square. The Past probes the multi-generational binds of family, displacement, and immigration as an ongoing psychic experience without end. Moving spontaneously between lyric, fragment, prose, and subversions in "traditional" Chinese forms, the book culminates in a centerpiece series of "Tian'anmen Square sonnets" (and their subsequent erasures), to conjure up the irrepressible past, and ultimately imagine a new kind of poem: at once code and confession. "Tian'anmen Sonnet" (dead air in air ... ) Dead air in air The anniversary of language holds you back against bucolic dreaming, down stream from here is running a miraculous color, elegy bursts like a ribbon in air Thinking again of the Square today Bold sky, passing episodes of cloud Vegetation mutters in the Far West A column of ghosts going violet over time Familiar song looping overhead Lines pressed in air

34 review for The Past

  1. 5 out of 5

    J

    'Your historical loveliness knows no bounds Who is Tank Man to you? My what if and my thank god Tank Man torn apart by my would-be friends Tank man dancing immortal as GIF Tank Man as where you stop reading Tank Man has been around the world but not back Tank Man as nobody you care to know I left and I admit I did not turn around, how could I, I was still shitting in my diaper Every June I look around and you are ordering Tank Man, I am reunited with him on your plate The day passes over you with grease o 'Your historical loveliness knows no bounds Who is Tank Man to you? My what if and my thank god Tank Man torn apart by my would-be friends Tank man dancing immortal as GIF Tank Man as where you stop reading Tank Man has been around the world but not back Tank Man as nobody you care to know I left and I admit I did not turn around, how could I, I was still shitting in my diaper Every June I look around and you are ordering Tank Man, I am reunited with him on your plate The day passes over you with grease on its wings' (from 'A Sound Not Unlike a Bell', pp 10-11)

  2. 4 out of 5

    MLG

  3. 5 out of 5

    Sara Hollingsworth

  4. 4 out of 5

    Stephanie P

  5. 5 out of 5

    Crystal

  6. 5 out of 5

    Nonik

  7. 5 out of 5

    Sam

  8. 4 out of 5

    Colin

  9. 4 out of 5

    Carrie George

  10. 4 out of 5

    Jeffrey

  11. 4 out of 5

    Gabriel

  12. 5 out of 5

    Alyazyeh

  13. 4 out of 5

    Samantha

  14. 4 out of 5

    Evelyn

  15. 5 out of 5

    afewsocks

  16. 5 out of 5

    A

  17. 4 out of 5

    Lauren

  18. 4 out of 5

    Susie Anderson

  19. 5 out of 5

    Lisa Hiton

  20. 5 out of 5

    Rachael

  21. 5 out of 5

    Kori

  22. 5 out of 5

    Sally

  23. 4 out of 5

    Stephanie

  24. 4 out of 5

    Nicky

  25. 5 out of 5

    Connie Pan

  26. 4 out of 5

    Amanda

  27. 5 out of 5

    Jonina

  28. 4 out of 5

    Delia Rainey

  29. 4 out of 5

    ocelia

  30. 5 out of 5

    Sonya Peres

  31. 4 out of 5

    donnalyn ♡

  32. 4 out of 5

    bleh

  33. 4 out of 5

    Stephanie

  34. 5 out of 5

    Adalya

Add a review

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Loading...