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some_stars) wrote2012-02-05 12:34 am
some_stars) wrote2012-02-05 12:34 am
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Also as long as I'm spamming you with every single item I'm consuming, I just wanted to announce that I'm currently reading Crush by Richard Siken and it is BLOWING MY FUCKING MIND. The first poem and the last few especially. (Apparently the entire internet shares my feelings about "Snow and Dirty Rain," to judge by all the blogs and tumblrs that pop up when googling it and all the fanfic I now realize was titled from it, but "You Are Jeff" is just as mindblowing. If more laborious to type up.) I haven't even gotten to the whole middle of the book because I keep having to reread and reread.
They're the kind of poems where I read them and I'm sort of waiting for things to get interesting, proceeding on trust, my mind almost--but never quite--wandering, and then I get to the end or, in the longer poems, hit a punch-in-the-stomach moment, and suddenly the whole poem flashes white and I have to reread it and it's like seeing the world with new eyes, or something, I don't know, AMAZING. I wish I could do that. Also this whole paragraph may only be applicable to other people with untreated ADHD, possibly normal readers are gripped from the very first moment and their attention never threatens to wander.
Tragically I only have this book through the magic of interlibrary loan and my parents' access to the university library, so in six weeks I have to give it back. I've ordered it on Amazon but it's out of stock with no restock date given. We will just have to make the most of our time together I guess. Also probably I shouldn't clutch it to my naked bosom.
They're the kind of poems where I read them and I'm sort of waiting for things to get interesting, proceeding on trust, my mind almost--but never quite--wandering, and then I get to the end or, in the longer poems, hit a punch-in-the-stomach moment, and suddenly the whole poem flashes white and I have to reread it and it's like seeing the world with new eyes, or something, I don't know, AMAZING. I wish I could do that. Also this whole paragraph may only be applicable to other people with untreated ADHD, possibly normal readers are gripped from the very first moment and their attention never threatens to wander.
Tragically I only have this book through the magic of interlibrary loan and my parents' access to the university library, so in six weeks I have to give it back. I've ordered it on Amazon but it's out of stock with no restock date given. We will just have to make the most of our time together I guess. Also probably I shouldn't clutch it to my naked bosom.
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