false806728HERE are the last few years in books; i'm not very good at transferring things, we'll see what makes it here. ++ i actually hate rating books? maybe i'll stop doing that.
tell me what to read, plz?]]>femaleChambersburg, PA01/200812/200919379348true5654349read14true1634049currently-reading17true1634048to-readThe Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World (Paperback) by Michael Pollan]]>
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Thu, 20 Aug 2009 08:22:11 -0700 *********
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Aias (Greek Tragedy in New Translations) by Sophocles]]>
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Tue, 14 Jul 2009 22:58:33 -0700
The Greek Tragedy in New Translations, pairs scholars & poets for bangin' translations of plays by aeschylus, euripides, sophocles, etc & the editors' foreword itself got me pretty psyched; these guys seem to be really hardcore about their convictions regarding quality translations, & i...more...]]>
Sixty Poems (Paperback) by Charles Simic]]>
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Tue, 14 Jul 2009 22:35:55 -0700
am disappointed by simic (which happens!) it's because i want him to be more like raoul, which i realize is ridiculous cuz then what would raoul be? but yknow. i think i liked best the poems in this from hotel insomnia (total there are excerpts from i think 9 books), which i don't hav...more...]]>
That Mad Ache (Paperback) by Françoise Sagan]]>
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Sun, 17 May 2009 10:02:01 -0700 okay so i realize i still haven't gotten anything down on this & so for now am just going to paste in an email i sent john after, pretty choppy & having followed a more in-de...more...]]>
Night And Day (Hardcover) by Virginia Woolf]]>
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Fri, 24 Apr 2009 22:20:38 -0700 anyway i ...more...]]>
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Mon, 13 Apr 2009 09:24:20 -0700 anastasia & sandman:
What had been real in words began to be replaced
By what was not real, by the not exactly real.
*****
...He hated the window & the light
entering the window & he hated the angel.
Because the angel could not be carved into meat
*****
Exhausted chimneysweeps of the spaces
Between words, where the Holy Ghost tastes just
Like the dust it is made of,
Let's tear up our lecture notes & throw them out
The window.
Let's do it right now before wisdom descends upon us
Like a spiderweb over a burned-out theater marquee,
Because what's the use?
I keep going to meetings where no one's there,
And contributing to the discussion...
"the cook grew lost..." ---
the finite poses of desire
*****
Let them hang from some tree, let them be tatters swaying
Beneath the leaves, & let their flesh be no more to us than
The tissues of kites resting in wires or receding into the sky,
Let them be threadbare as the cold wind, & let their voices
Circle the earth in a key so high only the dogs can hear it.
For what do they amount to compared with this life
Which can do nothing else but exile you to lying awake,
Coughing, until your own blood comes out as if it wants
To say something, or is saying it, but without a mouth.
*****
I feel stupid turning the burner off
Because I'm not even in this world anymore when I do this
*****
I put my arm in her arm, & I begin to walk out
Of this small cage that did not know it was a cage, I walk out
Of it for the last time, I begin walking out of it forever,
Orfeo already bending over my body with his ear against
My chest. The first step feels like air taking a step into air.
*****
And it's only in this moment I realize how ridiculous
My voice sounds as it rings & rings in this empty kitchen,
Though for years I held it out to others, like an oar
& pretty much all of them really! i haven't even gotten to pt 3 here!
Was the soul finally replaced by the tens of thousands
Of things meant to represent it --
All of which proclaimed, or else lamented, its absence.
Until, in the drone of auditoriums & lecture halls, it became
No more than the scraping of a branch
Against the side of a house, no more than the wincing
Of a patient on a couch, or the pinched, nasal tenor
Of the strung-out addict's voice,
While this sound of scratching, this tapping all night,
Enlargening the quiet instead of making a music within it,
Is just a way of joining one thing to another,
Myself to whoever it is - sitting there in the schoolroom,
Sitting there while also being led through the schoolyard
Where prisoners are exercising in the cold light --
A way of joining or trying to join one thing to another
*****
let me step
From the snare, the lie, the trap
That would have me believe only the empty scrape
Of a man's steps as he walks home,
As he begins to hear that sound and no other
*****
The ship with its hull shaped like famine itself,
Angel and woman and famine taking the same shape
And crowding one another in and out of it.
*****
Deity is in the details & we are details among other details & we long to be
Teased out of ourselves.
*****
What do you do when nothing calls you anymore?
When you turn & there is only the light filling the empty window?
When the angel fasting inside you has grown so thin it flies
Out of you a last time without your
Knowing it, & the water dries up in its thimble, & the one swing
In the cage comes to rest after its almost imperceptible,
Almost endless, swaying?
I'm going to stare at the whorled grain of wood in this desk
I'm bent over until it's infinite,
I'm going to make it talk, I'm going to make it
Confess everything.
this shit's IN IT, farren, this is fuckin thickness! first wrote "thickmess," but yeah! i actually like it more as time goes on cuz i think if you take the wholes it's one thing, & if you crawl inside it's another. even the sort of maudlin easy parts? i'm getting pretty unabashedly lovey about w/ each rereading. i will fight you! respect!!]]>
Jacob's Room (Paperback) by Virginia Woolf]]>
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Wed, 08 Apr 2009 07:41:50 -0700
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Four Major Plays: A Doll's House/Ghosts/Hedda Gabler/The Master Builder (paper) by Henrik Johan Ibsen]]>
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Tue, 24 Feb 2009 09:29:50 -0800 really liked these! bravery as the willingness to escape as (often) destruction; that for these characters the cowardly thing is to live, a conditional love is meaningless, & y'know, regardless of purity or good int...more...]]>