Other Things and Other Poems by Alvin Pang


Other Things and Other Poems
Title : Other Things and Other Poems
Author :
Rating :
ISBN : -
ISBN-10 : 9789535710509
Language : English
Format Type : Paperback
Number of Pages : 178
Publication : First published May 1, 2012

New and selected poems, with Croatian translation.

When the heart is not enough it finds another room. Water does this. Traffic slows for rain. Let the tangled roots come and teach you sprawl, moral substitution, efficiency: every weed leans towards the ungraspable. In time fingers write their own music whether or not they are slender. Breathe. Make your own gravity, pull down sunlight. It takes longer than years to cross the door.


Other Things and Other Poems Reviews


  • Yong Xiang

    i enjoyed this a lot! especially the poems selected from City of Rain, which i'll definitely want to pick up. the new poems are a bit more difficult (for me) to understand.

    favourite:
    Psalm of Birds and Birthdays

    You hold a small bird to your breast.
    You who have mothered and know how
    it is to nurse a second fluttering heart,
    to let your body make space for another
    as if it were the most natural thing

    now shape your sure hand lightly into wing;
    a gesture of compassion, like prayer, as free
    of hesitant desire as the hatchling knows of fear
    and what must surely come, one cloudless day
    in unmistaken whispers. This is Hope:

    the clear eye fixed beyond the narrow frame,
    the fragile talon poised on no more firm foundation
    than this flesh, the ruffled down sufficient and at trust.
    I, a weak father, lack the language and the innocence
    to call down angels. Once I found a fallen nestling

    whose parents’ unschooled artistry did not after all
    withstand the previous evening’s storm. Blind,
    leathery and clawing, ants come already to plunder,
    I scooped it (not untenderly) to shade, covered
    it with leaves. Was the decent thing to have kept vigil

    or leave quietly?  My daughter, 4, knows that goldfish
    go to heaven when they go, but more to the point,
    that they don’t come back. She leans on my arm, asks
    me never to die, her small heart strong enough to love
    and not tire. What do we do to earn our time on earth?

  • Jake

    I really like this collection. Pang has put together a lovely and "tight" set of poems here. While I am not the type to fall quickly for free verse of little constraint, Pang is so adept here at carving out space in his poetry that I can't help but enjoy these pieces.

    Three stars only for lack of lustre, but I'm a pathetic sucker for novelty in poetry so in all honesty my judgment is a bit unfair.

    [Review #1 - 29/06/18.]