1.Brenda Shaughnessy’s newish book of poems Our Andromeda. So far, I am sockless, meaning she has knocked them off. The poems’ emotions: anger, indignation, tenderness, grief, set to such tough, smart music!
2. Listened to Delillo’s Falling Man in my car during a period where I was having to drive constantly, often for 3 hours at a stretch. His prose seems both rich and spare, every sentence tight and honed with almost prescient intelligence, while employing a perfect level of detail. So I’m going on a Delillo kick, now reading White Noise which thus far seems great also and way funnier than Falling Man ( F. M. being a “9/11 novel” and resultantly not a laff riot.)
3. Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis. I love graphic novels and try always to have one next to my bed. Also, it seems a good moment to read something from an Iranian woman’s point of view. Engaging, informative and moving mashup of personal and political history.
4. Mary Ruefle. Selected Poems. Deep, energized delight. Get a load of this: (quoted in its entirety)
O Lord, I did walk upon the earth
and my footprints did keep pace with the rain
and I did note, I did note where orange birds
flew up from the puddles thou hast made
and where the toads leapt from your trenches,
but nowhere was there that I could go
for I could not rise from the firmament
upon which I was placed, and nowhere could I
so I kept until I could no more straight
then bent and said I am down to make room for the more
and you half hearing did send me down
into the soul of another by mistakes
and I would like to thank you for it
from where I lie, risen in the eye of the other.
5. Donald Barthelme. Snow White.
Had never read it. Was ashamed. What a wild, on fire mind. Constantly detonating imagination, to the point where it’s almost tiring to read, but not really, then it becomes more like drinking a LOT of really good, idea-producing coffee.
Julio Cortazar, Terrance Hayes, Atlas of Remote Islands, Jenny Boully.
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