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A review by konandcompany
Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong
5.0
reading this collection felt like living another life or even lives. i cried without knowing why because sometimes the words of a poem just wash over you, and you just let them!
i haven't read much else by ocean vuong besides his poem trevor, which was equally devastating and a masterpiece, and if i have to be honest, i don't know what else to say other than i want to crawl into his words and live there. the meld of prose and poetry and how deeply personal it all is feels intrusive like reading straight from his memories. it almost comes across like a memoir, the kind of thing you publish at the trailing end of your life.
but he's so young and so talented! i can't wait to read more of him!
"he walks backward through the night-green hills, hands in his pockets as the crescent moon, an empty boat, skims the sky."
"then it came to me, my life. i remembered my life the way an ax handle, mid-swing, remembers the tree."
i haven't read much else by ocean vuong besides his poem trevor, which was equally devastating and a masterpiece, and if i have to be honest, i don't know what else to say other than i want to crawl into his words and live there. the meld of prose and poetry and how deeply personal it all is feels intrusive like reading straight from his memories. it almost comes across like a memoir, the kind of thing you publish at the trailing end of your life.
but he's so young and so talented! i can't wait to read more of him!
"he walks backward through the night-green hills, hands in his pockets as the crescent moon, an empty boat, skims the sky."
"then it came to me, my life. i remembered my life the way an ax handle, mid-swing, remembers the tree."