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Sto caricando le informazioni... City Terrace Field Manual (1996)di Sesshu Foster
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Brawling, street-wise prose poems push the boundaries of narrative form, taking the reader through the physical and psychological landscapes of East Los Angeles. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)811.54Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1945-1999Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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The author is trying to deal with his own feelings which are legion and the fact that his place in the world is limited with so little prospect for advancement. These dark reveries sometimes end in mystical insights not of Truth present but with sadness stilled and sadness momentarily managed.
Because this is often profane fiction, it is not for young adults nor children. Here is a short quotation: ...I walked down the big steps of of the hospital into sunshine, a little padded around the edges with cotton gauze, glad to be alive. I had to head back downtown sooner or later and let my people know I was out of work again. The sunshine felt warm and peaceful so I took a walk. I crossed the Southern Pacific tracks and spit on them and laughed, then walked across Alhambra Road...White women in hats were having picnics with children on the grass, lovers were paddling rented boats out on the water at Lincoln Park...I went over an sat under a tree. It was nice to look over at the big white hospital building rising in the heat as a freight train with empty flatcars crossed Mission and headed toward the Chinatown yards. Wind rustled the big palm fronds, the smell of eucalyptus tangy, sharp...Two tamales from a guy with a cart cost me a nickel and I experimented eating them one-handed. Then I fell asleep, the grass soft as fur beneath me, sun warm on my face."
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