The poems in Youna Kwak's sur vie are—to a piece—moving, profound, plangent, touchable. Touchable: like a figure emerging from the sacristy, one arm loaded with relics, the other waiting, warmly, to hook yours. They proceed from a vital breadth to reveal the small parts of vitality.
‘That I find myself drawn to lines from sur vie consoles, resolves me to the truth of my hypothesis: we are changed for our close, painstaking, wide-open attention to practices, objects, spaces—utterly changed. And Kwak's book is a mighty enzymatic.’
Details:8in x 8in
86 pages, cloth (perfect)
100# matte stocks