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Yi Sang: Selected Works (Paperback)
Yi Sang; Edited by Don Mee Choi; Translated by Jack Jung, Sawako Nakayasu, Don Mee Choi, …
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Formally audacious and remarkably compelling, Yi Sang’s works
were uniquely situated amid the literary experiments of world
literature in the early twentieth century and the political
upheaval of 1930s Japanese occupied Korea. While his life ended
prematurely at the age of twenty-seven, Yi Sang’s work endures as
one of the great revolutionary legacies of modern Korean
literature. Presenting the work of the influential Korean modernist
master, this carefully curated selection assembles poems, essays,
and stories that ricochet off convention in a visionary and daring
response to personal and national trauma, reminding us that to
write from the avant-garde is a form of civil disobedience.
'The power of McSweeney's work cannot be separated from its
association with forms of oracle and soothsaying, and so it is
uncanny that it should arrive in the middle of a global pandemic...
Frightening and brilliant' Dan Chiasson, New Yorker How does the
body gestate grief? How does toxicity birth catastrophe? In the
months leading up to her daughter Arachne's birth, US poet Joyelle
McSweeney set out to write a quiver of poems like a quiver of
poison arrows: formally and sonically virtuosic, laced with the
poet's obsessive concerns with contamination, decay and the
sublime, featuring a crown of 'toxic sonnets' for the tuberculosis
bacterium that killed Keats. But when Arachne was born with an
unexpected birth defect, lived briefly and died, the poet was
visited by a second welter of poems, odes of love, grief,
perplexity and rage. These two books, Toxicon & Arachne, form a
double collection of poems weighing love, grief, art and survival
in increasingly toxic days. Toxicon & Arachne is the
culmination of eight years of engagement with lyric under a regime
of global and personal catastrophes.
In Toxicon & Arachne, McSweeney allows the lyric to course
through her like a toxin, producing a quiver of lyrics like
poisoned arrows. Toxicon was written in anticipation of the birth
of McSweeney's daughter, Arachne. But when Arachne was born sick,
lived brie?fly, and then died, McSweeney unexpectedly endured a
second inundation of lyricism, which would become the poems in
Arachne, this time spun with grief. Toxicon & Arachne is the
culmination of eight years of engagement with lyric under a regime
of global and personal catastrophes.
"Flet" is set in a spaced-out, delimited future in which all cities
have been evacuated after an "Emergency," and is named for its
quiescent-but-full-of-agency female protagonist. Flet is an
Administration flunky who begins to suspect that the oft-invoked
Emergency, after which all public spaces are off-limits, is a tool
of sociopolitical manipulation, if not oppression: the
decentralized citizenry binge on endless, aimless filetape
transmissions drained into their homes. A face-off between this
tentative muckraker and her icy superior is set to go down at a
mandatory, nationwide Reenactment, in advance of which Flet finds
herself dreaming and driving endlessly off the map. Will she find
the missing cities, or will she lose herself in the flood-tide of
images that wash over the Nation?An elegant entry in the field of
speculative fiction, "Flet" finds McSweeney slowing her
distinctively hyperactive imagination and syntax down to the speed
of narrative.
With the persistent, dappled vision of an ecstatic pragmatist,
Joyelle McSweeney sees things as they are through "the modern
knothole": "Up on the hill, / a white tent had just got unsteadily
to its feet/ like a foal or a just-foaled cathedral." Eventuality,
as it is delicately shaded by the fine and fearless intelligence of
these kinesthetic arrangements, coincides with imaginative
possibility; the resulting poems are as much mind as place; much
galaxy as time-inevitable and correct as only true whimsy can be.
"Outside, the web of tenthousandthings; / inside here, only three:
filmstrip of a helicopter's shadow; / against an Antarctic wall;
silkscreen/ of the grand central ceiling. The idealized landscape-/
I want a room in it."
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