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This Emotion Was A Little E-book (2006)

by Tao Lin(Favorite Author)

3.85 of 5 Votes: 1

languge

English

genre

Poetry

publisher

Bear Parade

series

Bear Parade

review 1: "i feel that my poetry is fucking stupid"That's because it is, Tao.But that's why I like it. It feels like he's snickering at you, making a living writing poems about hamsters and peanut butter and bears.Oh, and the modern life and the iphone generation, ya, sure."the moose and i will ride the escalator and i will hug the moose and the moose and i will cryi will eat the moosei don’t care"Wonderful.
review 2: I liked it, too bad there weren't more poems. I read on wiki that Tao Lin was mentioned as one of the new sincerity writers. I didn't see the connection so much reading the novels. But it became obvious reading his poetry. The quote by David Foster Wallace says it all, and way better than I could so I'll just put that here:"The next real literary “rebel... mores” in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the “Oh how banal.” To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows. " less

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