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#LocalLit: Library Haul | 12/09/13

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#LocalLit is my personal project into reading and promoting more Singaporean Literature.

Okay, I’ve been lusting over these books for the longest time but I’ve been trying to go on a bit of a book buying ban. So what better way than to take advantage of the libraries! The books below are mainly poetry books so they should be pretty quick reads for me.

I love how Math Paper Press always keeps their designs looking minimalistic yet extremely gorgeous. Math Paper Press is a small publishing company here in Singapore. You can check some of their stuff here or visit their Facebook! (You can purchase these books from BooksActually – they ship internationally!)

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  1. Bursting Seams by Jollin Tan
    Goodreads • BooksActually

    Bursting Seams
     is a raw and passionate exploration of the body through poetry. The book mines the inescapable linkages between physicality and difficult emotions in poems that are traumatic and revealing, but also tender and self-empowering.
  2. Transparent Strangers by Loh Guan Liang
    Goodreads • BooksActually

In Transparent Strangers, the city is more than steel and glass: it is also a landscape where emotion is as much architecture as it is part of human experience. With subjects ranging from burial sites to Taiwanese dramas, this debut collection of poems meditates on the distance we must cross with words to make the everyday unfamiliar again; if only to understand ourselves better.

 

Cyril Wong’s prose poems remark, instruct, exclaim and curse at a world long settled into its desire-ridden forms. These protracted sentences both attack and reflect on the miasma of memory, working life, the delusions of family life, and the paradoxes of lust and love, moving between meditative moments, philosophical arguments and cryptic to lyrical tongue-lashings. Time, or our failure to exist meaningfully beyond its dimensions, forms the heartbeat of this book.

 

Is love born from duty, misplaced ideas of nobility or the thirst for dependence? Jerrold Yam’s second poetry collection confronts the very act of creation, wrestling it from family, religion and sexuality—a triptych of forces that bears as much a promise for redemption as a capacity for cruelty and hurt.

 

My name is Benjamin Hong, aged 8, height 90cm, and studying at Loyang Primary School.

Mummy said we are going to Bedok Reservoir, and I changed out of my school uniform. She forced me to wear a red T-shirt & shorts. She painted my nails red too, but that was super fun.

I could hear Mummy’s footsteps on the gravel. I could hear the water in the distance, ebbing closer and closer. There were no stars, just darkness. I didn’t want to open my eyes. With my head against Mummy’s chest, I could hear the rhythmic beating. The sound made me calm and relaxed. All I heard was the sound of water splashing around Mummy’s waist.

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