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On Poems On

Sandra Liu

illustrated by Nils Karsten

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"brisk and probing and at times a little nerdy" — Michael Earl Craig

In this collection of observational poems, Sandra considers the world around her, wherever she may be or between, and wherever her thoughts of her environment and her position in it take her. She uses language directly, sometimes broken, to reflect the inherent conflicts and harshness in nature, modernity, and man, but also their beauty and mysticism, and at times with a wry humour.

About the Author

Sandra Liu
Photo credit: Nils Karsten
Sandra Liu's work can be found in 1913, Hoboeye, and the Beloit Poetry Journal. She currently provides guidance for science & arts grantees at the poles and in New York City.

Other Contributors

Nils Karsten, Illustrator

Nils Karsten is a faculty member at the School of Visual Arts in New York. He received his BFA from the School of Visual Arts and his MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts. His work has been shown in galleries and museums throughout the US and internationally.

Advance Praise

Liu’s deliberate, probing lines inhabit the slow, factual inevitability of the long march of geological time and human invention, but at the same time are electric and bursting with the energy of the particular, syntax and sounds colliding like atoms rubbing together to move massive plates of emotion and thought.—Gillian Olivia Blythe Hamel
The poetry of Sandra Liu is nervous and alive. Her voice has emerged, after long gestation, with an accent individual and disturbing. I am particularly moved by the immediacy of her meditations." —Harold Bloom
Sandra Liu has written a book that seems to compassionately address just about everything I think about these days: the end of the earth as we know it, the question of multiplicity, how much multiplicity we can handle in the noisy sad din of information we are subject to and subject of, the break down of textual language we utilize to cover this 'story.' As such she is one of the small group of writers and intellectuals absorbing, rather than refusing or representing, the rubble we inhabit as the material from which might emerge contemporary forms of poetic sense.—Rachel Levitsky