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Bezig met laden... World Ball Notebookdoor Sesshu Foster
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 Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. 2   kidzdoc | Apr 29, 2009 |   Praise for Sesshu Foster's World Ball Notebook: "Read this book and you will reach Nirvana in one hour. You will have become many lives, entered into the empty space of form and non-form, substance, texture and anti-being, you will have loved immense figures and you will have been spotted as a jazzy molecule in the stadium where all lives go to whirr and burn. A delicious lightening bolt of ecstatic urban Goddess-breath. This book is made of love. Read it now and be saved." —Juan Felipe Herrera, author of 187 Reasons Mexicanos Can't Cross the Border and Thunderweavers / Tejedoras de Rayos. (  ) CityLightsBooks | Sep 11, 2008 | Praise for Sesshu Foster's World Ball Notebook: "Read this book and you will reach Nirvana in one hour. You will have become many lives, entered into the empty space of form and non-form, substance, texture and anti-being, you will have loved immense figures and you will have been spotted as a jazzy molecule in the stadium where all lives go to whirr and burn. A delicious lightening bolt of ecstatic urban Goddess-breath. This book is made of love. Read it now and be saved." —Juan Felipe Herrera, author of 187 Reasons Mexicanos Can't Cross the Border and Thunderweavers / Tejedoras de Rayos. ( ) CityLightsBooks | Sep 11, 2008 | geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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Winner of the 2009 Asian American Literary Awards in Poetry and 2010 American Book Award The first team sport in human history was played with a ball made of stone, on courts that have been found from the Mayan ruins of Central America to Arizona. Thus, we find a soccer dad walking the sidelines of a scuff ed LA field, its goal lines swirling, nets strung loosely between daylight and the spirit world--Sesshu Foster's inimitably fierce and powerfully evocative mix of the fantastic and the mundane. World Ball Notebook is a hybrid genre mixed text, composed of extracts from travel notebooks, email poems, postcard jottings, letters and blog posts, a record of the written moment compiled, refracted, prismatic. Poet Sesshu Foster is the author of the highly acclaimedCity Terrace Field ManualandAtomic Aztex, a novel. "What playing field are we on exactly? The game gets hotter more interesting and 'stranged' as Sesshu Foster expands the metaphor in this dizzying collection of 'high energy constructs'. A delicious mongrel mix of cross-cultural underbelly reveries, anecdotes, observations, snapshots, histories, politics. He is one of our wittiest, wide-awake, astute, 21st century raconteurs. 'Take me out to the ballgame...I don't care if I never come back...'" --Anne Waldman, The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics "World Ball Notebook is Sesshu Foster's breakthrough book, in which he raises the trenchant deadpan observations ofCity Terrance Field Manual and the alternative-universe hijinks ofAtomik Aztex to a new and even more potent level. (Beware, dear reader: the contents of this book are radioactive.) Always surprising and incisive, Foster now finds the marvelous in the ordinary, banal, and abject, and, in the words that dance and tremble, he conveys the sheer (and often terrifying) wonder that one is alive in a weird and terrible time. It is this wonder-this sense of seeing everyday life for the first time, and embracing every part of it without exception-that places Foster at the forefront of innovative and daring writing. This book is exhilarating, and I am grateful to the author for giving me a chance to see the world this way." --John Yau Sesshu Foster taught composition and literature in East LA for twenty years. He won the 2010 American Book Award forWorld Ball Notebook, the 2009 Asian American Literary Award for Poetry forWorld Ball Notebook, the 2005 Believer Book Award forAtomik Aztex, the 1990 American Book Award forInvocation LA: Urban Multicultural Poetry, and was a finalist for a PEN Center West Poetry Prize and for the Paterson Poetry Prize forCity Terrace Field Manual. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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"Game 14" describes a girls' soccer game:
The forwards pass off to each other and take shots on goal, but there's only one of them getting through–no recoveries and no goals. A couple shots go wide, a couple hit the bars and bounce off. You watch the keeper trot after the ball out of bounds, thinking, "That's probably the game, right there." That bounce. Both teams are tiring, the faces of girls flushed and drawn in the lights. The night is cool but not cold enough to see anyone's breath. Beyond the ragged eucalyptus trees the mountains a ragged silhouette against the deep blue of nightfall. The other team sinks a penalty shot, and afterwards most of the play happens on the wrong end of the field. Our girl played midfield hard the whole game, defense. She doesn't like to lose, this girl, but you figure she'll be okay with it. This team has lost more than they're likely to win.
"Game 67" describes an interaction between an adult and a troubled Vietnamese teenager:
"Don't ever do anything like that again," I said. I noted the cast on one foot, otherwise not a single visible scar; she smiled pretty as ever, the girl who'd thrown herself drunk off the overpass onto the 605 freeway, Vietnamita with black hair she tucked behind her ear with a nervous chuckle. ("My father didn't want me to have a boyfriend." "How are you getting along with your father now?" "Better.") ("That girl's getting a reputation," somebody a lot like her would later say.) (