I forgot to mention in my earlier post that I finished Pico's "IRL" which was a fun read, well as fun a poetry is supposed to be. It gave all the things a long poem should give you, warm fuzzies, delightful imagery, and the occasional punch to the gut. On FB, I advised folks to add it to their reading lists, especially if it wasn't something they would normally read, and I will repeat that recommendation here. It is a good thing I have plenty of books to read from now until April, when the second book is due.
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Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
What caught my eye recently (Poetry)
Perhaps I should wait until I finish them before writing about books, but I don't really want to, especially with poetry, and especially when I find a bit I want to share. I should probably transcribe it into some notebook or whatever, but I am not doing that, I am sharing with anyone who cares to read it a few lines I liked:
Books are fallible, towers
of letters with the power
you give them. It's heartbreaking
to watch your pillars fall
(IRL, p.70, Tommy Pico)
I'll keep my views to myself on this one, since I truly think everyone reads poetry differently, even those who claim not to get it, when they read it, may find something, even if that something is confusion. Poetry is words, and I will be the first to say that I don't "get" all poetry, and if a poem doesn't grab my attention, then I will finish it, but not really look for other poems by that author.
There was something else I ran across sometime late last week. Amongst other things I am hoping to finish up "The Best American Poetry (2015)" before the year ends. There are a lot of gems in the book, but I really like "Body & Kentucky Bourbon" by Saeed Jones. It started evocatively and just continued on:
In the dark, my mind's night, I go back
to your work-calloused hands, your body
an the memory of fields I no longer see.
If I am not careful, I would just type the whole poem (it is that good, and not really that long), but I am not sure the publisher would appreciate that.
Weekends mean work for me, so I don't get things updated here often then, if you are reading, don't get distressed with nothing new on those days.
Books are fallible, towers
of letters with the power
you give them. It's heartbreaking
to watch your pillars fall
(IRL, p.70, Tommy Pico)
I'll keep my views to myself on this one, since I truly think everyone reads poetry differently, even those who claim not to get it, when they read it, may find something, even if that something is confusion. Poetry is words, and I will be the first to say that I don't "get" all poetry, and if a poem doesn't grab my attention, then I will finish it, but not really look for other poems by that author.
There was something else I ran across sometime late last week. Amongst other things I am hoping to finish up "The Best American Poetry (2015)" before the year ends. There are a lot of gems in the book, but I really like "Body & Kentucky Bourbon" by Saeed Jones. It started evocatively and just continued on:
In the dark, my mind's night, I go back
to your work-calloused hands, your body
an the memory of fields I no longer see.
If I am not careful, I would just type the whole poem (it is that good, and not really that long), but I am not sure the publisher would appreciate that.
Weekends mean work for me, so I don't get things updated here often then, if you are reading, don't get distressed with nothing new on those days.
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