I do my best to stay away from the internet on April Fool's day. It's not that I'm gullible--I lean more towards not believing anything I hear--it's that I dislike cleverness more than most people. There's a circularity to it, intelligence used to forward the joke, to forward the look of itself. It's too often a tautology of something I'm not particularly interested in. This is why most gross humor is uninteresting to me as well. And certain styles of contemporary poetry. Poems that take the long road home from, well, home. Poems that don't use their intelligence to go anywhere. April Fool's day pranks feel this way to me. A strutting for the sake of the strut, or to shut someone out. Maybe this isn't making a whole lot of sense. It's not something I've thought through thoroughly. Just another minor disinterest in the grand scheme of things. Some pranks can be utterly fantastic though, can shed a different light on something. Much of what The Onion does, for example. So, if you've pulled something really great today: good on you.
And if you thought that would be the lead-in to talk of some really stunning fooling, sorry to disappoint! I would rather talk about the elegant way nature is making a fool of itself these days (spring! spring!) and about, yes, what I'm reading.
What I came here to do today before heading back into the sunshine and books and pruning to be done in my front yard is to list a quarterly reading report. This year I have decided to write mini-reviews for each book because I realize that from lists just two years ago there are several titles I have absolutely no recollection of. I do not keep a journal, but if I did it would probably just look something like that: mini-reviews and clippings of things I like, vague outcroppings of contemplation on how literature conforms, expands, or rejects my world view. And then I would talk about my dog. But nothing else, for fear of being found out. No joke.
I may or may not compile the reviews and include them here later. For now, just the list, simply. It includes several of the books I picked up at AWP (which numbered what-is-not-nearly-as-astounding-as-it-could-have-been - 32 books).
- New Year Letter - W.H. Auden
- Eating in the Underworld – Rachel Zucker
- Apocalypse Theory: A Reader – Kristy Bowen
- The Fall – Albert Camus
- Quipu – Arthur Sze
- Slouching Towards Bethlehem – Joan Didion
- Stories That Listen – Priscilla Becker
- A Coney Island of the Mind – Lawrence Ferlinghetti
- Sayonara Michelangelo – Waldemar Januszczak
- The Book of Frank – CA Conrad
- Heads in Beds: A Reckless Memoir of Hotels, Hustles, and So-Called Hospitality – Jacob Tomsky
- My Lorenzo – Sebastien Smirou
- Impossible Princess – Kevin Killian
- Madness – Marya Hornbacher
- The Monarchs – Melanie Noel
- –The Vital System – CM Burroughs
- Children of the Days: A Calendar of Human History – Eduardo Galeano
- On Ghosts – Elizabeth Robinson
- Enormous Changes at the Last Minute – Grace Paley
- Both Flesh and Not – David Foster Wallace
- When My Brother Was an Aztec – Natalie Diaz
- The Next Monsters – Julie Doxsee
- --Herman Hesse: Pictorial Biography
- Drift – Rachel Maddow
- Make Me a Mother – Susanne Antonetta
- We Come Elemental – Tamiko Beyer
- The Rings of Saturn – W.G. Sebald
- Pact-Blood, Fever Grass – Miriam Bird Greenberg
- MxT – Sina Queyras
- Dark Sky Question – Larissa Szporluk
- Spectacle – Susan Steinberg
- The White Album – Joan Didion
- All You Do Is Perceive – Joy Katz
- Whip Smart – Melissa Febos
I have also just started Gregory Robinson's All Movies Love the Moon and Stephen Burt's Close Calls with Nonsense and have nearly finished Ronald Johnson's Ark.
If only all things could be designed and kept to as well as an engaging reading list.
Oh, also, this: Meg Allen. I came across this photo series over the weekend and have liked it very much. Butch pride, y'all. In all its forms.
If only all things could be designed and kept to as well as an engaging reading list.
Oh, also, this: Meg Allen. I came across this photo series over the weekend and have liked it very much. Butch pride, y'all. In all its forms.
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