Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Poetry - Chiwan Choi


mercy and water
Chiwan Choi
for the past year,
more than ever,
i’ve been trying to run away
from all things in my life,
wanting to create reasons
that can explain the way
my body has failed me.
years ago i ran all the way to new york,
ending up drunk on st. marks with a new tribe,
then leaving these strangers in bed
to walk in the rain
on 32nd and 3rd, 
heading uptown then down
to that room where i left my bag
hanging on a metal chair,
surprised at the city,
how it keeps itself from getting lost
in the dawn breaking
between these two branches,
twisted and skinny,
pointing toward and away.
before that
was a house in the palisades
and another by the beach,
that one still haunted
by the owner’s dead love,
and dark west l.a. bars
with sticky red booths
and blind promises exchanged through touch.
it’s here again
and i can’t quite handle
the slow way in which we are dying,  
my family propped up 
by secrets and scar tissues,
a yearlong charade of doctors and tests
that ends with me sitting
on an examining table,
the man with the polish name
telling me that he doesn’t know
why bodies like mine stop.
“i can’t explain it,” he says.
and it leads to this:
walking out of another bar 
into the night that is almost morning.
i put my hands in the pockets 
of a $10 coat bought at a second hand store
on la brea,
unable to tell the time or the day, 
how the past year has blurred 
into an endless moment of regretting, 
but the feet start to move faster without thought, 
the memories in the body taking over, 
mercy and water drops
on the curve of a side mirror—
the night and some path
toward that thing we call familiar,
a permanent forgiveness
like concrete and a tongue behind your ear—
wanting me to get there in time 
to see her standing in front of the vanity, 
rubbing scentless lotion 
into her bare shoulders, 
her speckled skin illuminated 
by a small dim lamp
we found on the street.


Chiwan Choi is a writer, editor, teacher, and publisher. He has been a member of the Los Angeles Poets & Writers Collective since 1989. His poems and essays have appeared in numerous journals and magazines, including ONTHEBUS, Esquireand circa. Chiwan’s first major collection of poetry, The Flood, was published by Tía Chucha Press in April, 2010. 
He is a regular in the Los Angeles literary circuit, often invited as a featured poet at readings at The Hotel Cafe in Hollywood and the legendary Beyond Baroque in Venice. He also leads two writing workshops, one in downtown and one in Santa Monica.
After a two-year stint in New York, where he received an MFA in Dramatic Writing from the Tisch School at NYU, Chiwan returned to Los Angeles where he and his wife, Judeth Oden, launched a new publishing company to feature Los Angeles writers, Writ Large Press, in March 2008.
He lives in Downtown Los Angeles with his wife and their dog, Bella.





Monday, January 16, 2012

Books - 1984 - George Orwell

I just finished book 1 in Haruki Murakami's 1Q84, which according to Diane can also be used as a doorstop if you are not ready to read it, and thought it was time to re-read Nineteen Eighty-Four.

Oh yes, the ministry of truth,
the ministry  of peace,
the ministry of love,
the ministry of plenty,

and newspeak, doublethink, the inner party, the thought police, the Junior Anti Sex League and their red sash emblem, thought crime, being vaporized.

Oh ORWELL, you had it all, on both sides of the coin.
                            War is peace
                                     Freedom is slavery
                                                  Ignorance is strength

This broke-the-mold piece of work has not escaped my memory hole, and "I love you...these words gave him, Winston, the desire to stay alive."




Monday, December 12, 2011

Best of fiction - Books 1Q84 - Haruki Murakami



On page 158 of 925 pages. An intrigue, reading 1Q84, with it's beginning soundtrack of Janacek's Sinfonietta, written in 1926. Of course I had to go to itunes and download the music, which bridges the images so well. I have never read Murakami before, but knew about him, certainly. It's clear. The reader always knows where the character is, whether you like what he or she is doing or not, you know what they are doing. 1Q84 is a word bridge and a sign post to the bizarre quick-slow world we all now live in. 
The writer does that Hemingway thing. He hooks you and reels you in. 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Books - BOOMerang

Boomerang: Travels in the New Third World
Here is a clear, vibrant and funny explanation of the world economic crisis. 
From Iceland to Greece, back to Ireland and a quick flight over to California 
including highlights from his interview with X-Governator Schwarzenegger, 
Michael Lewis lays out what happened, how crazy and how all so human 
the complicated mess is. What a compelling read.    

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Books: Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann

Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann: Book Cover


There is a driving beat inside the sentences of this work that pull me forward, make me look, increase anticipation and joy and breathtaking wonder, again, the sentences, like feet across the tightrope, one sentence at a time. 
           Read this book and say Oh - MY - God. 




"The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again."
                                                                         - William Faulkner

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Books: Binocular Vision by Edith Pearlman

If you read Ann Patchett's introduction to
                          BINOCULAR VISION,
you will surely turn the page,
and the next page,
and the next.



I am awestruck and filled with wonder.

My breath has been taken away.
These very short stories are touching,
mind bending,
they make me want to read them aloud and
              savour
each
                                                 and every word.
Oh God, the glory of living in a world with art.


"The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again."
                                                                         - William Faulkner