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    Floating, Brilliant, Gone
    Floating, Brilliant, Gone
    Floating, Brilliant, Gone
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    Floating, Brilliant, Gone

    By Franny Choi

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    In her electrifying debut, Franny Choi leads readers through the complex landscapes of absence, memory, and identity. Beginning in loss and ending in reflective elation, Floating, Brilliant, Gone explores life as a brief impossibility, “infinite / until it isn’t.†Punctuated with haunting illustrations by Jess X. Chen, Choi’s poems read like lucid dreams that jolt awake at the most unexpected moments.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWrite Bloody Publishing
    Release dateOct 1, 2018
    ISBN9781938912948
    Floating, Brilliant, Gone
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    Franny Choi

    Franny Choi is the author of two previous poetry collections, Soft Science (Alice James Books, 2019) and Floating, Brilliant, Gone (Write Bloody Publishing, 2014). Her poems have appeared in the New York Times, the Nation, the Paris Review, and elsewhere. They are Faculty in Literature at Bennington College and founded Brew & Forge, a project that aims to build connections between writers, artists, and organizers.

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      Floating, Brilliant, Gone - Franny Choi

      Floating, Brilliant, Gone

      © Franny Choi 2014; interior illustrations and cover art © Jess X. Chen 2014

      All rights reserved

      No part of this book may be used or performed without written consent from the author, except for critical articles or reviews.

      Choi, Franny

      First edition

      ISBN: 978-1938912436

      Cover art by Jess X. Chen

      Proofread by Kelly Frances Porter

      Edited by Derrick Brown, Laura Brown-Lavoie, Aaron Samuels

      Interior illustrations by Jess X. Chen

      Interior layout by Ashley Siebels

      Type set in Bergamo from www.theleagueofmoveabletype.com

      Printed in Tennessee, USA

      Write Bloody Publishing

      Austin, TX

      Support Independent Presses

      writebloody.com

      To contact the author, send an email to writebloody@gmail.com

      MADE IN THE USA

      FLOATING, BRILLIANT, GONE

      For Arun, the Nest, & Willie.

      FLOATING, BRILLIANT, GONE

      NOTES ON THE EXISTENCE OF GHOSTS

      THE WELL

      HALLOWEEN, 2009

      FIRST BLOOD AFTER

      SPEAKING PRACTICE

      ANNIE MASON’S C OLLIE

      MUD

      SABOTAGE

      KIMCHI

      NATIVE LANGUAGE

      REAL TALK

      HOW TO WIN AN ARGUMENT

      THE HINDSIGHT OCTOPUS

      WARNING

      ORIENTALISM (PART 1)

      THE MIRROR

      BIRD WATCHING

      CHINKY

      TO THE MAN WHO SHOUTED I LIKE PORK FRIED RICE AT ME ON THE STREET

      SECOND MOUTH

      PUSSY MONSTER

      JUST LIKE A WOMAN OR, GIRLS ARE LIKE PEOPLE EXCEPT THEY DON’T HAVE DICKS

      ODE TO MY ARMPIT HAIRS

      PACKING INSTRUCTIONS

      HOW TO GET HOME SAFELY

      BAIT

      TOO MANY TRUTHS

      GENTRIFIER

      TOO MANY TRUTHS

      THE MANTIS SHRIMP SPEAKS

      TORNADO

      ORIENTALISM (PART II)

      MY LOVERS

      THE THREAT OF PEACE

      DRIVE TO QUINEBAUG VALLEY

      WHY WE BIKED FORTY MILES TO NARRAGANSETT

      METAMORPHOSIS

      REASONS IT’S IMPORTANT TO REST

      NEVER HERE

      DÉJÀ VU

      HOW TO DISAPPEAR

      HEAVEN IS A FAIRY TALE (& VICE VERSA)

      UNWORDS

      NOTES

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      THANK YOU

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR/ILLUSTRATOR

      "There is light suddenly everywhere, the light of your life speaking to you. What it tells you is almost the same as what happened.

      Never mind that almost isn’t good enough; it’s all you have."

      – from Edinburgh, by Alexander Chee

      NOTES ON THE EXISTENCE OF GHOSTS

      Leaves stained onto the sidewalk from yesterday’s storm create graygreen watermarks on the pavement, like the negatives of pressed flowers, or the ghost of a letterpress still whispering up from the page. A sidewalk is a haunted thing.

      –

      I understand the gravity of a train from the empty space and afterbirth air I encounter when I run down to the platform twenty seconds too late. It is the same with all things of such weight

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