I have read two books by Walker that are categorized as poetry, and I wished I hadn't. I have another book of her fiction, an...moreI loved The Color Purple.
I have read two books by Walker that are categorized as poetry, and I wished I hadn't. I have another book of her fiction, and I'm afraid to read it, to become more disappointed.
I wonder how ego works, in some cases. Why one would think this was the right packaging--a hallmark bitty book instead. She wrote in the introduction that these poems came about when she was signing paper to be worked into her books--she wrote how she wouldn't autograph when asked all the time, but she supposed people liked to buy signed books. And she got tired of her name, so she started drawing. Which would be lovely as something next to a signature, but enclosed in a book of little sayings she calls poems? (less)
"If I were a film-maker, I would scratch the emulsion, purposely plant light leaks, choose the ric...moreMy favorite section was "Fragments."
A few fragments:
"If I were a film-maker, I would scratch the emulsion, purposely plant light leaks, choose the rickety projector, skip the climax of the film, because I think you were possessed by an image, a symbol gliding through seaweed--a girl you find pretty but who is ugly & engaged." (21)
"Your farewell to attached to my pillow and the curtains are eyelet and the quilted coverlet is eyelet and the pillowcases are eyelet and the bedding is similarly of eyelet trim; nonetheless, there are no spies outside the window looking in. The dawn comes in like a gray starling." (27)
"Late June: We found a knife rack at the Goodwill, the one where I found the baseball shirt that I so loved... The first thing A. did when we got home was stick knives into the slits; I never wanted sex again." (48)
"imagining the paper butterflies that we will have accumulated over the years" (59)
"There are clouds, or no clouds, or bright clouds, or sometimes clouds, yellow and pink underbelly clouds." (78)(less)
These poems made me think of lace, or branches in winter just after an ice storm. These things: spare in such an elegant way, exactly right somehow. M...moreThese poems made me think of lace, or branches in winter just after an ice storm. These things: spare in such an elegant way, exactly right somehow. My only regret is that the book was over too soon.
"He wrote her letters and dropped them in wells. Once in a while one of them would shine up at him like tinfoil or an eye." (27)
Favorites: "Civilian Exiting the Facilities," "Aspect," "As Charged."(less)
The familiar, particularly of the childhood object variety (dolls and suckers, and older, with piercings and such), and smashes them up against the st...moreThe familiar, particularly of the childhood object variety (dolls and suckers, and older, with piercings and such), and smashes them up against the strange, an oddity picnic. The title and illustration certainly match the content.
"He wants a barely legal doll who can fit a small octopus / inside like some kind of mutant nesting doll rape."
I'm probably not the audience for this book, but I appreciate much of what Cook is doing with language. There is play and a kind of wink-wink attitude, a haughty tone that can be charming. I can see my undergraduate self getting a kick out of it--the person that wouldn't think twice heading over to Sex World, the three-story Minneapolis shop, and putting a vibrator on credit as a birthday present to my best friend, would dance in glittery heels at the nearby gay bar, smoking clove cigarettes. My sense and interest in the sensual and private has changed, and I suppose the flaunt, as opposed to the subtle, isn't a part of that.