After obsessively adding books to my goodreads this gloomy morning, I spent the rest of this rainy day in comfy "pirate pants" (as FD calls them) and a cute tee, but more so I was in bed, under very soft Ralph Lauren sheets, reading all day. (Yes, I am even a label whore about my bedding and towels.)
I felt so content. It reminded me of my grad school days. The ones when I stayed inside all day and only thought about books and writing, besides food. I loved those days, especially when I wasn't hungover...no, wait, when I was hungover...no, when I wasn't...
Though, I would never be able to read the two books I finished today if I was hungover, so thank God I was sober as a shower. Make that a rain shower.
Adjectives to describe Kate Northrop's Things Are Disappearing Here:
gorgeous, subtle, complex, stripped-down, hearty-substance, challenging, disturbing (in a good way)...
Seriously, this was one of my favorite reads of the summer. Northrop's poems are threaded like something delicate but really they're elfish rope. I envision them as cinematic, moving backwards, a disappearing. And after several rereads, I discovered layers and layers, more and more disturbing details that distort the over-current of seemingly simple moments, simple language, simple images. In other words, these poems are like the Atlantic Ocean; it looks nice for a swim but watch out for the rip tides.
My favorite poems: "The Dog," "The Reconstruction Team," "Lines," "Three Women," "A Glimpse of You, A Vision," "The Countess," ... Really, I should just list every poem in the book.
As I was reading her book I totally kept thinking to myself, "If only I could write like this..."
I was so jealously happy while reading it.
Without a doubt, 5 out of 5 Hello Kittys.
I already knew I was an idiot.
After reading Larrissa Szporluk's new collection Embryos & Idiots, I realize now I'm an embryo and an idiot.
Szporluk's shit is so brilliant that I don't feel completely ready to comment on it.
Mostly because I'm still like, "WTF?!"
How does she do it? Make logic out of crazy-fast-musical language?
Again, I was jealous but, even more so, happy.
However, I feel like I need to drink a case of wine and smoke a bunch of crack in order to "get it."
Maybe I will be hungover tomorrow...
Too bad it's supposed to be sunny and 91...
And I have yoga class at 9 a.m....
4 out of 5 jacked-up Hello Kittys.