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Ocean Vuong

Night Sky with Exit Wounds

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Winner of the 2016 Whiting Award
One of Publishers Weekly's “Most Anticipated Books of Spring 2016”

One of Lit Hub's “10 must-read poetry collections for April”
“Reading Vuong is like watching a fish move: he manages the varied currents of English with muscled intuition. His poems are by turns graceful and wonderstruck. His lines are both long and short, his pose narrative and lyric, his diction formal and insouciant. From the outside, Vuong has fashioned a poetry of inclusion.”—The New Yorker
«Night Sky with Exit Wounds establishes Vuong as a fierce new talent to be reckoned with…This book is a masterpiece that captures, with elegance, the raw sorrows and joys of human existence.”—Buzzfeed's “Most Exciting New Books of 2016”

“This original, sprightly wordsmith of tumbling pulsing phrases pushes poetry to a new level…A stunning introduction to a young poet who writes with both assurance and vulnerability. Visceral, tender and lyrical, fleet and agile, these poems unflinchingly face the legacies of violence and cultural displacement but they also assume a position of wonder before the world.”—2016 Whiting Award citation
«Night Sky with Exit Wounds is the kind of book that soon becomes worn with love. You will want to crease every page to come back to it, to underline every other line because each word resonates with power.”—LitHub
“Vuong’s powerful voice explores passion, violence, history, identity—all with a tremendous humanity.”—Slate
“In his impressive debut collection, Vuong, a 2014 Ruth Lilly fellow, writes beauty into—and culls from—individual, familial, and historical traumas. Vuong exists as both observer and observed throughout the book as he explores deeply personal themes such as poverty, depression, queer sexuality, domestic abuse, and the various forms of violence inflicted on his family during the Vietnam War. Poems float and strike in equal measure as the poet strives to transform pain into clarity. Managing this balance becomes the crux of the collection, as when he writes, ‘Your father is only your father/ until one of you forgets. Like how the spine/ won’t remember its wings/ no matter how many times our knees/ kiss the pavement.’”—Publishers Weekly
“What a treasure [Ocean Vuong] is to us. What a perfume he's crushed and rendered of his heart and soul. What a gift this book is.”—Li-Young Lee

Torso of Air
Suppose you do change your life.& the body is more than
a portion of night—sealedwith bruises. Suppose you woke
& found your shadow replacedby a black wolf. The boy, beautiful
& gone. So you take the knife to the wallinstead. You carve & carve
until a coin of light appears& you get to look in, at last,
on happiness. The eyestaring back from the other side—
waiting.
Born in Saigon, Vietnam, Ocean Vuong attended Brooklyn College. He is the author of two chapbooks as well as a full-length collection, Night Sky with Exit Wounds. A 2014 Ruth Lilly Fellow and winner of the 2016 Whiting Award, Ocean Vuong lives in New York City, New York.
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43 printed pages
Original publication
2016
Publication year
2016
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  • b8335609878shared an impressionlast year
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    💡Learnt A Lot
    💧Soppy

    oh god.

  • sephshared an impression2 years ago

    exceptional

  • irene. 🌤️shared an impression3 years ago
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    I can't say it enough: this book is so, so beautiful. 🥺

Quotes

  • Artem Aleksashinhas quoted7 years ago
    The face
    not mine—but one I will wear
    to kiss all my lovers good-night:
    the way I seal my father’s lips
    with my own & begin
    the faithful work of drowning.
  • Fernanda Cisneroshas quoted9 months ago
    How a horse will run until it breaks

    into weather—into wind. How like

    the wind, they will see him. They will see him

    clearest

    when the city burns.
  • liahas quotedlast year
    No, a man

    bending over his son

    the way the hunted,

    for centuries, must bend

    over its own reflection

    to drink.

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