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    Poems Without Irony

    By Alex Wong

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    Shortlisted for The Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry First Collection Prize 2017. Shortlisted for The Roehampton Poetry Prize 2017.  Alex Wong's debut collection Poems Without Irony is a miscellaneous assemblage of aesthetic experiments with diction, syntax and verse form. They are poems produced in an irony-free environment and designed especially to be read aloud. The subjects and tone range widely: as a whole, it is not a book about anything in particular, but about particularity in general. Tensions between the natural and the artificial, or between what is meant and what is actually said, influence almost everything. The style is governed by a desire for simplicity almost equal to the lure of extravagance.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCarcanet Press Ltd.
    Release dateJan 1, 2017
    ISBN9781784103057
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    Alex Wong

    "If you spend too much time thinking about a thing, you'll never get it done." - Bruce Lee Alex Wong is the head copywriter for an advertising media agency specializing in custom websites and online marketing. He's trained with some of the top copywriters and internet marketers around and has learned the best methods, tricks, and strategies to persuade customers. He loves bringing people's visions to life with the power of words. A few other interesting things you might find interesting: · He's the first person in his family to graduate from university (with a degree in psychology). · Before becoming a copywriter, he's worked as a waiter, customer service agent, telemarketer, animator, tutor, and English teacher. Surprisingly, all of these jobs have helped him to become a better copywriter. · If he could meet one anyone it would be Bruce Lee. You couldn't ask for a better role model. You can learn more about his services at http://alexwongcopywriting.com/

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