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“In the morning there are mouths to feed.”

As the title says, the world keeps ending, and we keep going on. Poems about the atrocities of humanity, the apocalypses marginalized communities face regularly, but the hope that still exists. Whatever may come, we will fight and work together and care for our communities and be here for each other. 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌗

A great poetry collection, very much on brand with the conflicted title. Wonderful word play throughout. How are humans amazing and resilient but also responsible for atrocities like nuclear bombings and the practice of Korean "comfort women" ie forced prostitution by the Japanese army?

"deserve / deserve / what a sad little word"

"Every day of my life has been something / other than my last"

"If not even my memories love me enough to stay"

"deserve deserve / what a sad little word"

"Every day of my life has been something othe than my last"

"If not even my memories love me enough to stay"

This poetry collection is so good! #QueerBooks

A nice collection about all sorts of existential and global crises. You have to not worry about if you accept the worldview to enjoy it, because it‘s ideological.

It‘s cool in terms of the forms used…inspirational really. I could feel Choi pushing herself to come up with new ways of writing.

It also has a great balance between experimental and more accessible. Way to go!

not gibberish, I mean, but language so sacred
it‘s not my place to try to decipher it,
phonemes holy as stones on a string, mysterious
as the names we give to animals, or words
we know only in prayer

The title suggests both a callous world, unheeding of the catastrophes borne by others, and a persistent world, one that survives. The poems hold both of these worlds, and, through them, so does the reader. We walk with Choi through the grief of past endings and the terror of those unfolding now. Yet we also find comfort in the ones who provide aid now, and those who come after us. I think I needed this book.

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This was an outstanding collection! Explorations of dystopia in our contemporary world, powerful lines about grief, and even some speculative poems. My favorites were “Upon Learning That Some Korean War Refugees Used Partially Detonated Napalm Canisters as Cooking Fuel,” “It Is What It Is,” “Science Fiction Poetry,” and “How to Let Go of the World.”
#poetry #speculativepoetry

Every day of my life has been something other than my last.
Every day, an extinction misfires, and I put it to work.

Franny Choi‘s speculative poetry is so incisive, imaginative, and moving. Here, she counters the notion that apocalypse is something we anticipate, showing again and again that apocalypse is historical and ongoing, especially for marginalized communities—all while envisioning more hopeful alternate and future post-apocalypses too.