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Poetry. Asian American Studies. Is there a relationship between the population density of Tokyo and the pinkest part of a hamburger? Can one touch the inside of a noun to learn the difference between one bicycle and a field of bicycles? How close is yellow to need? How far are human fears from the fears of insects? Through a sequence of prose investigations, directions, th ...more
Paperback, 136 pages
Published March 1st 2010 by Letter Machine Editions
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The prose poems of Texture Notes read like journal entries. In fact, rather than titled they are dated. The order is curious... Rather than order them chronologically, Nakayasu has ordered the prose poems by day (disregarding month and year altogether)...
Texture of a field of fried umbrellas....more
They are arranged so neatly that one wonders if there are small children beneath them, holding hands so as to keep the rows intact and the columns true, in spite of whatever kind of weather may come. Enough
Each small prose text/prose poem/assessment of a texture in this book is headed with a date, ostensibly the day it was written. The pieces are not arranged chronologically, which brings out the actual shape, emphasis, fantasy, conceptualism of each object poem. The object seems to telegraph some attitude about consuming, eating, size, containment, and people being lost against the texture of other people. Requires and rewards an alert reading. Feels very much in the world, more dedicated to meta ...more
Prose poems, about texture of all kinds: physical, emotional. This book challenged me. The poetry is far outside what I would ever write, outside what I usually read. I made sure to read only one at a time, to carry them with me and think about them - even(especially) the ones I didn't like. It was good to learn from them. Recommended for small nibbles, for bite-sized adventures.
Love this chick. Spry little volume peering out at unexpected angles of language: "Texture of a field of fried umbrellas." I remember reading this book alone at lunch on work days at a little sit-down sushi restaurant on the corner of 17th and Telegraph in Oakland.