About the author
A poet, fictionist, essayist and scholar, Jaime An Lim has received a number of awards and prizes including the Academy of American Poets Prize, the Tutungi Prize, the Ellis Literary Award, the Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature, Philippines Free Press, Homelife Literary Prize, Panorama Literary Prize, and the 2000 Gawad Pambansang Alagad ni Balagtas by the Unyon ng mga Manunulat sa Pilipinas (UMPIL). He was professor of English at the MSU-Iligan Institute of Technology where he organized the Mindanao Creative Writers Group, Inc., and co-founded the Iligan National Writers Workshop. He was also Dean of the Institute of Arts and Sciences of Far Eastern University-Manila until his retirement in April 2011. He garnered the 2003 Metrobank Outstanding Teacher Award. He received his Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from Indiana University, Bloomington, USA.
Notes from the back cover
The relentless energy of the poet-as-shaman courses through Jaime An Lim’s Auguries, from the vagaries of any Monday morning, to the irrevocable last days of earthlife as we know it. Sounding the spaces of consciousness between the first poem and the last, Jaime An Lim’s personae ruminate on the imponderables using the lidless eye of truth: here, “[t]he night the lights of the world went out”; there, Callisto’s “lamentation so rending it broke / the heart of heaven”; and everywhere, the inescapable dust, such that “[w]hen you bite the dust, your mouth fills / with an ancient memory: the rock salt / of the ocean floor, the metallic zing / of something burning, the bitter / taste of someone dead.” One of my favorite poems with masterful nuanced tones, “The Dubious Art of the Non Sequitur” deftly balances the mind and heart of mystery in the conditional, that numinous space where no thing and everything can happen. And we believe in the poem’s augury which ushers us into the marvelous and the perilous, both: “If the bird of perilous passage alights / On your wrist bone like a question, / Then there is a running dialogue / Between querulous sea and shore.”