Winner of the 2015 Michael Waters Poetry Prize and selected as a finalist for the 2016 Foreword INDIES Book of the Year in Poetry.
Praise for Into the Cyclorama
"Immersive, inclusive, encircling, a cyclorama gives us a 360˚view of things. Annie Kim’s wonderful first book, Into the Cyclorama, is equally embracing, equally attuned. She can pan across points of view as well as points of origin, from the Greek ode to the traditional Korean lyric sijo, as her formal dexterity finds shape in both the solo voice and choral harmonies, in etude as well as rag. Each poem is beautifully distinctive—whether long or short, serial or singular, plain or as intricately shaped as a fractal or a fugue. Throughout, Kim’s complex narrative skill depicts a self, a family, and the myriad “hidden strings” of cultural identity formed by this poet’s panoramic and symphonic sense of history."
"At the heart of Annie Kim’s work are questions of vision and scale. How is the personal refracted through the historical? How is the present substantiated by the past? In poems that are as exact as they are charged, Kim faces her questions with “the kind of love / that is attention mainly.” And far from claiming sure answers for questions that are necessary but mutable, Into the Cyclorama instead brings its reader deep into seeing, thinking, and making—deep into the processes that make us who we are. “Incompletion means I’ll live,” declares one of the speakers in Kim’s poems, highlighting the fierceness to know—not to mention the heartbreak and bliss—that defines this powerful debut collection."
"As a cyclorama allows us to “step inside the painting,” this debut collection by Annie Kim allows us to inhabit “the bliss and the shame” of a life tensed between cultures, Korean and American, and to live inside the language woven to reconcile them. “You see what happens / when I look. I turn one thing / into another, I invent / my own brand of clarity.” Clarity remains constant in poems that evoke and question familial and historical destiny, and that come to recognize how “imperfection/ is the form I want to take.” Through its own modest imperfections and with uncommon depths of feeling, Into the Cyclorama locates “the garden of your dreams, the dirt of dreams. Call it home.""