Today, Powell's, and we were there for several hours which means I did some damage, book-buying-wise. I have recently purchased poetry in several bookstores, so for those of you who are interested, here's some of what's on my poetry reading list, coming up:
Li-Young Lee's new book Behind My Eyes
The Endarkenment, by Jeffrey McDaniel
I Remember, Joe Brainard
In the Western Night: Collected Poems, Frank Bidart
Divagations by Stéphane Mallarmé
a collection by Nazim Hikmet
Translations from the Human Language, Terry Ehret
some translations of Euripides by Anne Carson (Grief Lessons)
Spell by Dan Beachy-Quick
a Selected Poems by Mahmoud Darwish
a collection of Paul Celan's poems (never read him!)
I am in the situation of having a whole lot of books--a whole lot!--so I feel I must establish a reading agenda. This means sorting and arranging the books. I feel it coming on, the sorting and the arranging. And then the reading. My sister-in-law bought me a wonderful book called A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel. I started to read it in the car on the way home from Powell's. Maybe I need more of a plan than "read the next book that falls into your lap, as long as you finish the book for your book club on time."
Man, I wish I was at Powell's instead of smelly ol' Utah. Except we actually saw Kung Fu Panda tonight, which was pretty rockin'.ReplyDelete
Still, though. Powell's. Crap.