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Red Juice: Poems 1998-2008 by Hoa Nguyen (2014, Trade Paperback)

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Product Identifiers

PublisherWave Industries Books

ISBN-101933517921

ISBN-139781933517926

eBay Product ID (ePID)201613747

Product Key Features

Book TitleRed Juice: Poems 1998-2008

Number of Pages272 Pages

LanguageEnglish

Publication Year2014

TopicAmerican / Asian American, General

GenrePoetry

AuthorHoa Nguyen

FormatTrade Paperback

Dimensions

Item Height0.8 in

Item Weight12.7 Oz

Item Length8 in

Item Width5.2 in

Additional Product Features

Intended AudienceTrade

Dewey Edition23

Dewey Decimal811/.6

Synopsis"Hoa Nguyen's poems probe dailiness to divorce us from our base assumptions about how language might present the world to us. Her poems comprise some of the most inviting lyrics I've found in a living poet."-- Bookslut "Phrase by phrase Nguyen's work can be conversational, playful, funny, angry, acutely self-aware, and loaded with sensory information."--Anselm Berrigan, from the introduction Red Juice represents a decade of poems written roughly between 1998 and 2008, previously only available in small-run handmade chapbooks, journals, and out-of-print books. This collection of early poems by Vietnamese American poet Hoa Nguyen showcases her feminist ecopoetics and unique style, all lyrical in the post-modern tradition. [BUDDHA'S EARS ARE DROOPY TOUCH HIS SHOULDERS] Buddha's ears are droopy touch his shoulders as scarves fly out of windows and I shriek at the lotus of enlightenment Travel to Free Street past Waco to the hole in the Earth wearing water I'm aiming my mouth for apple pie Born in the Mekong Delta and raised in the Washington, DC, area, Hoa Nguyen studied Poetics at New College of California in San Francisco. With the poet Dale Smith, Nguyen founded Skanky Possum, a poetry journal and book imprint. She is the author of eight poetry books and chapbooks and lives in Toronto, Ontario, where she teaches poetics at Ryerson University and curates a reading series., "Hoa Nguyen's poems probe dailiness to divorce us from our base assumptions about how language might present the world to us. Her poems comprise some of the most inviting lyrics I've found in a living poet."-- Bookslut "Phrase by phrase Nguyen's work can be conversational, playful, funny, angry, acutely self-aware, and loaded with sensory information."--Anselm Berrigan, from the introduction Red Juice represents a decade of poems written roughly between 1998 and 2008, previously only available in small-run handmade chapbooks, journals, and out-of-print books. This collection of early poems by Vietnamese American poet Hoa Nguyen showcases her feminist ecopoetics and unique style, all lyrical in the post-modern tradition. BUDDHA'S EARS ARE DROOPY TOUCH HIS SHOULDERS] Buddha's ears are droopy touch his shoulders as scarves fly out of windows and I shriek at the lotus of enlightenment Travel to Free Street past Waco to the hole in the Earth wearing water I'm aiming my mouth for apple pie Born in the Mekong Delta and raised in the Washington, DC, area, Hoa Nguyen studied Poetics at New College of California in San Francisco. With the poet Dale Smith, Nguyen founded Skanky Possum, a poetry journal and book imprint. She is the author of eight poetry books and chapbooks and lives in Toronto, Ontario, where she teaches poetics at Ryerson University and curates a reading series., A collection of early poems, rare or out-of-print, by Hoa Nguyen, a poet who tersely cracks the shell of dailiness.