New book from Oana Avasilichioaei
“This rope I am, chalking pavement with ardour, will you cross to me?”
“I will cross, I will cross you my soil, soil you will need for this battle.”
“Then I will play as the tree does with the wind. But these beasts, where are they?”
A fairy tale; a book within a book; a mediation on languages, their porous margins; a social commentary; the oral, the animal brutes my new book, We, Beasts, which is just out (Wolsak & Wynn, May 2012) and which I would like to share with you.
To listen to a watery sample:
To listen to a watery sample:
To listen and read a sample spell: http://bhjournal.com/issues/Vol8_2/oana-avasilichioaei.php
To read it in the comfort of your own beast:
or
http://www.amazon.ca/We-Beasts-Oana-Avasilichioaei/dp/1894987624/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1339599341&sr=1-1
Some excerpts from Oana's We, Beast can also be read in issue #29 of New American Writing.
Some excerpts from Oana's We, Beast can also be read in issue #29 of New American Writing.
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