Theresa-Xuan Bui

is an interdisciplinary poet working in performance, video, and sculpture.




SELECTED WORKS

together you’re home, now where are we?
as if our hands could hold the weight of promise
upon skin, upon stone
To Love So Freely,
Body Shop
Fweakiest Fwiday: A Gender Reveal Party
W(H)ELCOME
AAPIasinDDMS


SELECTED POETRY

Behind my boys’ backs, I dream of my boys, and falling in love
I’ll choose love every time
 TLDR; My poetry is bigger than your poetry
the intimacy of a distance
Going, Growing, We Go
I’m good at being self-sufficient
ATEASE
Ô ăn quan
upon skin, upon stone collection
Posturing

ARCHIVED 

I built a pool of gold so we’d always stay afloat
One with the prison, one with the promise, together we give each other form
FUBU
Untitled (Blue)
Basics with Bui: Learning the Letter E’s
Collective Ideation #5

PROCESS  JOURNAL

 Experiments in movement




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AAPIasinDDMS

2022

A concrete poem disguises itself as an eye chart critiquing how we often perform identity to provide others with a sense of understanding of who we are. Our most obvious identity markers hold the most visibility and the greatest significance, while our complexities remain trivial. Truth in nuance becomes evident to those who care enough to provide greater time and attention. This structure is inspired by our current format of artist bios. It fails to capture the depth of our being. Instead, it allows us to be content at the surface level.

The final stanza of the poem reads:

IDK WHT WE SEE IN WE
IYK LMK BC
DDMS AKA
DIS DON’T MAKE SENSE

This shorthand texting lexicon can be translated to:

I don’t know what we see in we
If you know, let me know, because
‘DDMS’ also known as
Dis Don’t Make Sense