The Time at the End of This Writing

by Paolo Javier

Poetry. Asian American Studies. In his first poetry collection, Paolo Javier overlaps life in New York with his childhood spent in Manila and Cairo and imagined senior years referred to as "The Lid To The Great Jar." Javier's poems sail over the handlebars of a Huffy bicycle; saunter through the city onto balconies with lovers; respond to the visual art of Manuel Ocampo; and curse a botched reading of Tagalog. Of this book, Anselm Berrigan says, "Perceptive poems; that there is pleasure despite it all in never knowing what might happen next is no small part of what they know."

Genres: Poetry

90 pages, Paperback

First published August 1, 2004

Reviews

[M.W.P.M. · Rating 4 out of 5]

can I be more
curled up than
this? that

can't be -
on your lap as
a baby my
head is a ripening

fruit.
quiet now -
a morning

seen in your
own still
life.

- (untitled), pg. 16

* * *

rushing
with kisses
bare

my forehead
opens
like the wind

& blew
my mouth
into air

- pg. 63

* * *

I am sitting here
thinking of you
& me &
our gold fish kisses

- ode_klimt@thewebmuseum, pg. 75