The Old Philosopher

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Price
$15.95  $14.83
Publisher
Nightboat Books
Publish Date
Pages
80
Dimensions
6.85 X 8.27 X 0.32 inches | 0.1 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781937658489
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About the Author
VI KHI NAO was born in Long Khanh, Vietnam. She holds an MFA in fiction from Brown University, where she received the John Hawkes and Feldman Prizes in fiction and the Kim Ann Arstark Memorial Awards in poetry. Her work includes poetry, fiction, film, and cross-genre collaboration. She is the author of two novellas, Swans in Half-Mourning and The Vanishing Point of Desire. She lives in Iowa City, Iowa.
Reviews
"The poems of The Old Philosopher are keen and bright; sharp like ice in winter, these seemingly fractured lines perform the strangest roles. I believe in all the wicked wisdom contained here. Vi Khi Nao risks much--she weights each line with deep spiritual and emotional resonance, yet the voice of the poems never fails to surprise. The opening section of quirky, lacerating lyrics give way to a deceptively quiet series of narrative poems that only serve to show how fully language can come to inhabit lived experience without compromising one stitch of poetry's power to de-center and disturb. The collection closes with a masterful prose sequence that fuses the various approaches of the poems that came before. Political, prayerful, peripatetic, the work of Vi Khi Nao feels so necessary, so intense, so immediately now."--Kazim Ali, Judge's Citation
"Even if you think you are hallucinating, you are not, the lights actually are "bouncing / Off a panther's undulating / Back." The pain is real, the dreams are real, and so is the sewing machine. People are just no longer used to a glass mountain that doesn't shatter. We have grown more accustomed to the mountain having simply been removed. We may have already forgotten that "god is a child / who pretends to pray / because in the midst of his holy make-believe childhood / he is a beautiful version of daffodil twirling in dew." We are no longer used to the heart's engine revving with such quiet, lonely, insistent, anatomical intensity. Not so many people have traveled in Vi Khi Nao's language mind before. Here is your ticket, a vagrant fragrance."--C. D. Wright