Anon Av Sophia Terazawa

<b>A collection of love poems addressed to an adverb, <i>Anon</i> meditates on the temporal “at once” between desire and language. </b><p>From the playful verses of Slovenia's Tomaž Šalamun to the brushstrokes of an Edo period painting, <i>Two Gibbons Reaching for the Moon</i> by Japan's Ito Jakuchu, a character for the displaced Beloved emerges in this tapestry of time and art across borders. </p><p>In <i>Anon</i>, the Beloved reflects:  How might translating a human experience, from one language to the next, be an act of longing for the anonymous Other? Or how might this longing for beauty, and the wordless face, heal us both? How might Eros, in exile, respond? With these questions, Vietnam's Mekong delta becomes the book's central force. Endangered gibbons swing from the ruins of ecocide, and each image?rose, ape, and river?weaves itself into an undercurrent of postcolonial time. </p>