Sally wen mao download pdf

Today I fly the hell out in my Thunderbolt. To the future, where I'm forgotten. Where surely no one gives a puck who I kiss: man, woman, or goldfish. In the blustering garden where I was fed compliments like you are our golden apple and you are our yellow star, I lost my lust for luster. They'd smile, fuck me over for someone else: ringletted women with sloping eyelids played the Chinese cynosure, every time.

Ursa Minor, you never warned me: all my life I've been minor, played the strumpet, the starved one. I was taproot and crook. How I've hunched down low, wicked girl, until this good earth swallowed me raw.

Take me now, dear comet, 83 to the future, where surely I'll play some girl from LA, the unlikely heroine who breaks up the brawl, saving. The Missouri Review — University of Missouri. Continue with Facebook. Sign up with Google. Log in with Microsoft. Bookmark this article.

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Poem Excerpt. That iconography—my face in Technicolor, the manta ray eyelashes, the nacre and chignon. I will blow a hole in the airwaves, duck lasers in my dugout. Today I fly the hell out in my Chrono-Jet. In Oculus , Sally Wen Mao explores exile not just as a matter of distance and displacement, but as a migration through time and a reckoning with technology.

The title poem follows a girl in Shanghai who uploaded her suicide onto Instagram. Other poems cross into animated worlds, examine robot culture, and haunt a necropolis for electronic waste. A fascinating sequence speaks in the voice of international icon and first Chinese American movie star Anna May Wong, who travels through the history of cinema with a time machine, even past her death and into the future of film, where she finds she has no progeny.

With a speculative imagination and a sharpened wit, Mao powerfully confronts the paradoxes of seeing and being seen, the intimacies made possible and ruined by the screen, and the many roles and representations that women of color are made to endure in order to survive a culture that seeks to consume them. Share Title.

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