Eye level : poems

FINALIST FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FOR POETRY Winner of the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets, selected by Juan Felipe Herrera For years now, I've been using the wrong palette. Each year with its itchy blue, as the bruise of solitude reaches its expiration date. Planes and buses, guesthouse to guesthouse. I've gotten to where I am by dint of my poor eyesight, my overreactive motion sickness. 9 p.m., Hanoi's Old Quarter: duck porridge and plum wine. Voices outside the door come to a soft boil. —from "Phnom Penh Diptych: Dry Season" Jenny Xie's award-winning debut, Eye Level , takes us far and near, to Phnom Penh, Corfu, Hanoi, New York, and elsewhere, as we travel closer and closer to the acutely felt solitude that centers this searching, moving collection. Animated by a restless inner questioning, these poems meditate on the forces that moor the self and set it in motion, from immigration to travel to estranging losses and departures. The sensual worlds here—colors, smells, tastes, and changing landscapes—bring to life questions about the self as seer and the self as seen. As Xie writes, "Me? I'm just here in my traveler's clothes, trying on each passing town for size." Her taut, elusive poems exult in a life simultaneously crowded and quiet, caught in between things and places, and never quite entirely at home. Xie is a poet of extraordinary perception—both to the tangible world and to "all that is untouchable as far as the eye can reach." Jenny Xie's Award-winning Debut, Eye Level, Takes Us Far And Near, To Phnom Penh, Corfu, Hanoi, New York, And Elsewhere, As We Travel Closer And Closer To The Acutely Felt Solitude That Centers This Searching, Moving Collection. Animated By A Restless Inner Questioning, These Poems Meditate On The Forces That Moor The Self And Set It In Motion, From Immigration To Travel To Estranging Losses And Departures. The Sensual Worlds Here--colors, Smells, Tastes, And Changing Landscapes--bring To Life Questions About The Self As Seer And The Self As Seen. As Xie Writes, Me? I'm Just Here In My Traveler's Clothes, Trying On Each Passing Town For Size. Her Taut, Elusive Poems Exult In A Life Simultaneously Crowded And Quiet, Caught In Between Things And Places, And Never Quite Entirely At Home. Xie Is A Poet Of Extraordinary Perception--both To The Tangible World And To All That Is Untouchable As Far As The Eye Can Reach.--amazon.com. Rootless -- Unspoiled Fictions -- Phnom Penh Diptych: Wet Season -- Phnom Penh Diptych: Dry Season -- Corfu -- Displacement -- Fortified -- Epistle -- Old Wives' Tales On Which I Was Fed -- Solitude Study -- Zuihitsu -- Alike, Yet Not Quite -- Lunar New Year, 1988 -- Metamorphosis -- Naturalization -- Lineage -- Chinatown Diptych -- Origin Story -- Captivity -- Private Property -- Invisible Relations -- Bildungsroman -- Visual Orders -- Borderless -- No Animal -- Melancholia -- Inwardly -- Square Cells -- Tending -- Exit, Eve -- Hardwired -- The Hunt -- Zazen -- To Be A Good Buddhist Is Ensnarement -- Margins -- Déjà Vu -- Letters To Du Fu -- Exile -- A Slow Way -- Ongoing -- Long Nights -- Notes. Jenny Xie. Includes Bibliographical References (page 79). Walt Whitman Award Of The Academy Of American Poets, 2017

FINALIST FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FOR POETRY

Winner of the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets, selected by Juan Felipe Herrera

For years now, I’ve been using the wrong palette.
Each year with its itchy blue, as the bruise of solitude reaches its expiration date.

Planes and buses, guesthouse to guesthouse.

I’ve gotten to where I am by dint of my poor eyesight,
my overreactive motion sickness.

9 p.m., Hanoi’s Old Quarter: duck porridge and plum wine.

Voices outside the door come to a soft boil.

—from “Phnom Penh Diptych: Dry Season”

Jenny Xie’s award-winning debut, Eye Level, takes us far and near, to Phnom Penh, Corfu, Hanoi, New York, and elsewhere, as we travel closer and closer to the acutely felt solitude that centers this searching, moving collection. Animated by a restless inner questioning, these poems meditate on the forces that moor the self and set it in motion, from immigration to travel to estranging losses and departures. The sensual worlds here—colors, smells, tastes, and changing landscapes—bring to life questions about the self as seer and the self as seen. As Xie writes, “Me? I’m just here in my traveler’s clothes, trying on each passing town for size.” Her taut, elusive poems exult in a life simultaneously crowded and quiet, caught in between things and places, and never quite entirely at home. Xie is a poet of extraordinary perception—both to the tangible world and to “all that is untouchable as far as the eye can reach.”

LONGLISTED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FOR POETRY Winner of the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets, selected by Juan Felipe Herrera For years now, I've been using the wrong palette. Each year with its itchy blue, as the bruise of solitude reaches its expiration date. Planes and buses, guesthouse to guesthouse. I've gotten to where I am by dint of my poor eyesight, my overreactive motion sickness. 9 p.m., Hanoi's Old Quarter: duck porridge and plum wine. Voices outside the door come to a soft boil. ?from "Phnom Penh Diptych: Dry Season" Jenny Xie's award-winning debut, Eye Level , takes us far and near, to Phnom Penh, Corfu, Hanoi, New York, and elsewhere, as we travel closer and closer to the acutely felt solitude that centers this searching, moving collection. Animated by a restless inner questioning, these poems meditate on the forces that moor the self and set it in motion, from immigration to travel to estranging losses and departures. The sensual worlds here?colors, smells, tastes, and changing landscapes?bring to life questions about the self as seer and the self as seen. As Xie writes, "Me? I'm just here in my traveler's clothes, trying on each passing town for size." Her taut, elusive poems exult in a life simultaneously crowded and quiet, caught in between things and places, and never quite entirely at home. Xie is a poet of extraordinary perception?both to the tangible world and to "all that is untouchable as far as the eye can reach." **Winner of the Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets, selected by Juan Felipe Herrera** __For years now, I've been using the wrong palette.__ __Each year with its itchy blue, as the bruise of solitude reaches its expiration date.__ __Planes and buses, guesthouse to guesthouse.__ __I've gotten to where I am by dint of my poor eyesight,__ __my overreactive motion sickness.__ __9 p.m., Hanoi's Old Quarter: duck porridge and plum wine.__ __Voices outside the door come to a soft boil.__ Jenny Xie's award-winning debut, __Eye Level__, takes us far and near, to Phnom Penh, Corfu, Hanoi, New York, and elsewhere, as we travel closer and closer to the acutely felt solitude that centers this searching, moving collection. Animated by a restless inner questioning, these poems meditate on the forces that moor the...