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A review by balancinghistorybooks
Dust and Conscience by Truong Tran
4.0
I am always trying to branch out with my poetry choices, and spotted this at random on Open Library's site. Tran's revealing and thoughtful poetry is quite unlike any I have read; it is intensely contemporary, and eschews punctuation altogether. Some of my favourite fragments from his always unnamed poems are below:
- 'to preserve the bitterness he scattered his children in four directions sat back in his chair and proceeded to grow old'
- 'she sits in her new car she listens to the cd she is reminded of home she is overwhelmed with sadness she is parked in her garage she is reminded of home'
- 'so you i'm sure can understand it when i say that the world is nothing as i know it and yet i sit at this window as if i were there'
- 'to preserve the bitterness he scattered his children in four directions sat back in his chair and proceeded to grow old'
- 'she sits in her new car she listens to the cd she is reminded of home she is overwhelmed with sadness she is parked in her garage she is reminded of home'
- 'so you i'm sure can understand it when i say that the world is nothing as i know it and yet i sit at this window as if i were there'