First off, the title Sorrowtoothpaste Mirrorcream is enough to make me drool over this book.
Second, Hyperallergic’s wonderful review of Hyesoon’s recent book of poetry, translated by Don Mee Choi, just simply makes me slobber for poetry that “suggests a grossly visceral alternative to the capitalist world.”
Third, with lines like:
It’s pouring. 10 tons of glass beads fall every hour on the asphalt pavement.
Our past and our future are all inside the transparent beads.
We return as hot pigs
We return for our final act
The act in which our fingers rot even before we lie down in our coffins
How could you not want more?
Like Hyperallergic’s Christine Shan Shan Hou says, “These poems conjure both feelings of desire and disgust, awe and repulsion. I want to read more. I need it. Please stop. Don’t stop. You make me sick.”