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History of Anonymity

ISBN-10: 0820331163

ISBN-13: 9780820331164

Edition: 2008

Authors: Jennifer Chang, Ted Genoways

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This debut collection of vivid, lyrical poems explores the emotional landscape of childhood without confession and without straightforward narrative. Chang sweeps together myth and fairy tale, skirting the edges of events to focus on the psychological tenor of experience: the underpinnings of identity and the role of nature in both constructing and erasing a self. From the edge of the ocean, where things constantly shift and dissolve, through "the forest's thick, / where the trees meet the dark," to an imaginary cliffside town of fog, this book makes a journey both natural and psychological, using experiments in language and form to capture the search for personhood and place. Book jacket.
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Book details

List price: $19.95
Copyright year: 2008
Publisher: University of Georgia Press
Publication date: 2/29/2008
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 96
Size: 5.50" wide x 8.50" long x 0.50" tall
Weight: 0.286
Language: English

Acknowledgments
The History of Anonymity
Conversation with Owl and Clouds
Hunger Essay
The Forest on Second Thought
Apologia pro Vita Sua
Pastoral
Obedience, or The Lying Tale
Innocence Essay
Sea Psalm
Postscript
Genealogy
... those who speak most say nothing
Slept
Estuary
And the night illuminated the night
This Corner of the Western World
End Note
Postscript
A Move to Unction
The sign reads
Swindled, I left everything
I float in. I float out
I remember her, a bowl of water
Today the action is in the clouds
In the night, I seek a meaning before I sleep
If there is no memory, it did not happen
How was I swindled if I was the swindler?
What I feed on will save me
What the landscape works for is what I have left
I follow the day's inclination and find myself returned
Each thing is two things
I am in Unction now
Can something broken be so beautiful?
Notes