{mobi} Mother of Flip-Flops by Mukahang Limbu EBOOK
{mobi} Mother of Flip-Flops by Mukahang Limbu EBOOK
Mukahang Limbu’s reputation as a key voice in a new generation of poets has been gathering momentum across a number of years, and its brilliance is captured here in his debut publication. Mother of Flip-Flops is a queering of migrant experience, a love song to the mother, a celebration and questioning of the self. Defiant and shifting, these poems articulate a unique coming-of-age, and what it means to do so with a heightened exchange of empathy.
‘With its supple lines and perceptive observations, Mother of Flip-Flops is an accomplished debut from one of the most original voices in UK poetry. A multifarious enquiry into the complexities of boyhood, family, and what it means to be a particular self negotiating the world, this pamphlet explores all the textures of experience with a sophisticated intelligence and audacious flair: “Oh don’t we stink of our horny fat bodies // sticky with love”. Mother of Flip-Flops makes for a deeply rewarding, memorable read.’ — Jane Yeh
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This startlingly original debut delves into the surreal, concealed moments of a young womanhood. Helen Quah’s voice is in part a deep-calling into the complex distances between mother and daughter, in part a twisted venture into the contradictions of romance. Dog Woman, named after the series of artworks by Paula Rego, contorts language, opening up a playfully dark and often humorous space of the fantastical and otherwise unexplained.
‘This extraordinary collection of poems is an archeology of shame, discomfort, unease. Quah’s controlled poetic lines hold utmost tension as she explores love, sexuality, desire, and the fraught emotional hinterlands of an orientalised female body.’ — Jason Allen-Paisant
‘In these beautiful, uncanny, hot-blooded tableaus Quah offers an ominous symbolism of life as an unresolvable drama, the sound and contrast up a little too loud for safety or comfort. Reading her lines felt like following a corridor to its end only to find a door opening onto a further corridor/door/corridor/door…only these corridors are lives, places, families, feelings; this way Quah has you wandering through your own interior as a voyeur and hostage of your own imagination.’ — Jack Underwood