"Kimiko Hahn stands as a welcome voice of experimentation and passion."― Bloomsbury Review Kimiko Hahn's poetry explores the interplay―and tensions―among her various identities: mother, lover, wife, poet, and daughter of both the Midwest and Asia. However astonishing her subjects―from sideshow freaks to sadomasochistic fantasy―they ultimately emerge in this startling collection as moving images of the deepest levels of our shared humanity.
Kimiko Hahn is the author of seven poetry collections. The Unbearable Heart won the Before Columbus Foundation’s American Book Award. She has received numerous grants, including a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship and a Lila Wallace-Reader’s Digest Award. She teaches at Queens College/The City University of New York.
rice vinegar Wrigley’s gum-white wrapper inside a leather handbag my own perfume and my mother-in-law’s perfume squash with soy sauce cloth typewriter ribbon ink on one’s fingertips as you lift your hand to brush aside hair Dial soap (Dad: Mildew and Brylcreem) moth balls hot water running in the bath lipstick—Chanel? the humidity, stepping off the plane in Maui cold cream
a powerful and difficult collection of poetry that reads like pockets of prose. covering a myriad of painful and disturbing themes such as abuse, murder, disfigurement, and other unspeakable horrors. reminiscent of amy gerstler with a twist of the macabre.
after completing this short collection in one sitting i was prompted to both call my mother and hug my son tightly.
What a lovely inquiry into depravity. I would not have guessed cannibalism, necrophilia, murder, and being buried alive would make such beautiful poetry.
This book is a cabinet of curiosities and tragedies: mutant bodies, murders, giant insects, cannibalism, people buried alive. It's not sensationalistic--or rather, it evokes plenty of sensation, but never cheaply. Hahn always takes ideas and associations one notch deeper than you expect.
In "Consumed," she recounts stories of eaters of human flesh lifted from an 1896 book by some guys named Pyle and Gould. After pondering cannibalism, she (in an act of poetic cannibalism?) wonders, "Who was Pyle or Gould?/ Did he spend his days sweating/ in the unheated clipping morgue of the Medical Library?" I can imagine Hahn doing the same: The lover of strange things is inherently strange herself. And as a lover of strange things, I'm glad Hahn is a kindred and fearless spirit.
definitely original in her choice of morbid, dark themes, but the actual language and rhythms of her poems didn't do it for me, and some of her autobiographical bits were so jarring they seemed unnecessarily exhibitionist. prefer Angela Carter
Beautiful, haunting and often challenging poetry. I will return to this collection, as I know there is much I didn't get the first time. A friend had recommended Hahn's collection, UNBEARABLE HEART, which I also have. I think I like this one better, somehow. It's more experimental and raw.