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thanks to this blogger for her gorgeous reading of my poem “aubade with burning city.” this made my day : )–ocean
Do you understand? I was a gaping wound in the middle of America and my mother was inside me asking Where are we? Where are we, my dear?
My beautiful humans of Tumblr! I wrote an essay on being a poet of color in America and it’s featured in Guernica! It’s an important issue from a great magazine! –Ocean Vuong
http://www.guernicamag.com/daily/ocean-vuong-i-remember-anyway/
Roger Bonair-Agard record Ocean Vuong’s ‘Homewrecker’ from the collection ‘No’ from YesYes Books
Ocean Vuong is a Vietnamese American poet who spent his teenage years in Hartford, CT. He is, even as a man still in mis mid-twenties, preternaturally wise. If my grandfather were gay and Asian, he’d be Ocean Vuong. His poems are amongst other things, patient, and always willing to step off the ledge with complete confidence that the air will hold them. Get down with this poem. Seek out his book.
Poetry: “Here’s / the room with everyone in it.”
i have a poem in the NEW YORKER today titled “someday i’ll love ocean vuong”. happy last few days of poetry month <3
I remember the table. It exists and does not exist. An inheritance assembled with bare mouths. And nouns. And ash. I remember the table as a shard embedded into the brain. How some will call it shrapnel.
And I will call it art.
from “I Remember Anyway,” Ocean Vuong
new poems in POETRY Magazine
i have two new poems up at POETRY Magazine from the poetry foundation:
His name changed when touched
by gravity. Gravity breaking
our kneecaps just to show us
the sky. We kept saying Yes—
even with all those birds.
Who would believe us
now? My voice cracking
like bones inside the radio.
Silly me. I thought love was real
& the body imaginary.
excerpt from, “Eurydice” in The Nation by Ocean Vuong
Our very first chapbook, BURNINGS by Ocean Vuong, has reached the end of its very successful print run. Ocean’s debut helped us build a foundation for Sibling Rivalry Press, and we’ll be forever grateful. Only 20 copies remain, and those copies are on sale right now.
Sibling Rivalry Press (you can get one of the last copies here)
” The money gone, I followed you
to the edge of love—only to find
the city sinking.”
—Ocean Vuong; from “Descent,” Drunken Boat 17
i have a new poem published in the latest issue of Drunken Boat—along with miracles like Traci Brimhall, Oliver de la Paz, Daniel Schoonebeek, Eric Pankey, and Nick McRae. Please boost your life & read these poets.
oh my god someone turned my poem into a beautiful word song i’m crying
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