Sediment
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Praise for Sediment:
"Tired of a world of short attention spans and frenetic entertainment, I was pleased to totally immerse myself into these quiet, patient, well-crafted poems. It's been a long time since I have encountered a work of art that has so viscerally invoked my own painful memories of separation, abandonment and exile. This is a wonderful, compelling first book."
"Reading Sandy Tseng's beautiful and grave first book Sediment is like walking into the invisible force of a great wind. You cannot see the force although you feel its effect everywhere. Only what is absolutely necessary survives in these poems. Images are not ornaments but glimpses, stilled as though by a strobe, in the rush of confusion and darkness of the world. 'On your white coat, the blood/ of a stranger,' Tseng writes. This is an austere and powerful work."
"The poems of Sediment -- as remarkable for their resonant clarity as for their carefully distilled imagery -- are everywhere haunted by cities: cities of memory, ancestry, displacement, cities of to abandon and to be abandoned. Tseng asks us to consider the differences between belonging and being claimed, to embrace equally the fact of longing and the fact that 'some things/we were never meant to keep.' A strong debut, indeed."