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Thursday, December 04, 2008
There's a First Time for Everything
The weirdest thing just happened to me; I wanted to read poetry. I finished breakfast and wanted something else, which is normal, but rare that I know exactly what it is. Today I realized POEMS were exactly what I wanted. Or just one good poem. That is fucking bizarre, let me tell you. In all of my thirty-five years I've never thought to myself, "a poem would really hit the spot right now". NEVER. We have tons of books in our house, but only a few (less than five, plus a whole bunch of bibles which kind of count, but not for what I wanted today) containing poetry. We have some Rumi, which I've gone to before so I guess "never" was a little bit of an exaggeration, but would have been accurate if I'd qualified the poetry I wanted as contemporary. It's not that I've never read poetry and enjoyed it, but I was usually forced into it or stumbled there accidentally. I've just never been like, "I NEED POEMS NOW! MUST FIND ME THE POEMS!" Huh. Note: I still have zero desire to read poetry online or via any electronic device, unless maybe it's listening to an .mp3 or audio book. Skinny paperbacks are preferable. Going to keep an eye out next time I'm at a bookstore. Recs are welcome. Labels: books |
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4 Comments:
Whoa! I relate. That IS indeed a very strange happening!
Strangely, I'm now dating someone who did a Masters in Creative Writing, specializing in...
...oh gawd. I can't even say it.
Oh, sweet Jesus! I never would have guessed that about your enamorata -- well, your secret is safe with me.
Anne Sexton, I think you will love her, and Margaret Atwood.
I would recommend Garrison Keillor's daily post called The Writer's Almanac. You can access here
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/
and have it automatically sent to everyday. In it Garrison discusses literary events of history for that day and read a poem aloud. It is a looked forward to five minutes of my daily routine.
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