Some reviews, some books, some writers, I just feel inadequate to the task. Sarah Kay has inspired me here, and I feel kind of speechless as a result. As someone for whom poetry can sometimes feel like an almost spiritual experience, I don’t feel worthy or capable of doing the book justice. Yet I feel compelled to say something. Continue reading →
As I have mentioned here before, there was a time in my life when poetry was very important to me. Reading it, studying it, writing it, writing about it. I read a lot of poets during that time, by assignment and by choice. I really liked some, and I really didn’t like others.
How could I not be enchanted by the premise of this book? Have you not heard me talk about my own “night thoughts” here? Is there a more fascinating topic? Sarah Arvio’s “night thoughts” are not the same as mine, however. Rather than those panicky thoughts in the moments between waking and sleeping, or that come to you in the dark sleeplessness that confronts you upon being awakened suddenly, she is talking exclusively about dreams.
If you were to sit down and design a memoir from scratch, calculated for me to love, it would probably look an awful lot like Caged by Cameron Conaway. A cagefighting poet, an MMA fighter with an MFA in creative writing, in essence, he had me at “hello.” Proceed accordingly. Continue reading →
Dunce One’s post about Very Bad Poetry got me thinking. Once upon a time, I used to like poetry very much, and fancied myself somewhat of a burgeoning poet. The reality is, I haven’t written or attempted to write a poem in well over a decade (life gets in the way; you know how it goes). So imagine my excitement when I came across the “¡Poetry!” group on www.Goodreads.com, a group for poetry enthusiasts to share favorite poems and ideas, as well as original works, in hopes of praise, acclaim, advice, understanding, or (one would hope at least constructive) criticism. Continue reading →