Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today we’ve got something a little different as part of Amy Durant’s blog tour for her book of poems, Out of True; She’ll be reading two of her poems via vlog, and has graciously included the text for both so you can follow along and have our regular discussion:
Don’t forget there will be a giveaway later in the post.
Downed Wires Last night you came to me and told me to stop looking. You were older than I remember you. You would be, of course; a lifetime has passed. I still recognized you, but barely. It was your eyes that clued me in, and the hesitancy with your hands when you speak. You still do that. You smelled of the lake where you used to spend your summers and of exhaustion, high, hot, electric. The air thrummed between us. I put out my hand and relished the shock. Our hair flickers like seaweed in the charged air. Let me go, you said. Let me go and you’ll be free. The sound of water lapped lazy in the background. I watched your eyes for a sign. Your words weight me like stones in my pockets. The boy you were runs past us in the background, calling over his shoulder. This is where I’ll be, when I go, he says. Find me. Come and find me. Not finding something doesn’t mean you’ve stopped looking. Let me go, you say, but you know I won’t. You grip my wrist in panic, a circlet of fire, and I burn to ash. Your eyes both judge me and thank me. I live in the intersection of this Venn diagram. I mindlessly trace the path like a labyrinth. My feet know the way. To walk outside would be madness. To walk outside would be to lose you. To walk outside would be to lose myself.
Pink Slip, Broken Hip It’s another world, the world of the unemployed. While you are all working, the elderly come out to play. They fill the roads with their huge Cadillacs, driving very slowly, their seats pushed as close to their leather-wrapped steering wheels as possible, peering myopically though their bleary windshields. They make wide turns, look confused when another car gets in their way. You are the interloper here. They clog the aisles of the grocery stores with their electric shopping carts, they take things off the shelves with care, comparing price per ounce. They complain loudly about cost increases and gather clacking and squawking around the half-off bakery table, clawing at bread rapidly going stale, at cupcakes with the frosting melting off at the edges. They eye you, mistrusting. They gather outside the library to share gossip, stories of the good old days, who has died, who has broken bird-like bones, who has moved to warmer climes, who has remarried with unlikely optimism. When you walk by, they hush, they gather close like bullies on the playground, they point at you with witchlike fingers and cast their curses. You are not one of them. You are too young, your hands do not bear liver spots, your back is as-yet unbowed. You do not belong. The streets are theirs, the stores, the sidewalks. You go about your day knowing you’re seeing behind the curtain. You go about your day knowing you’re seeing your own future. Someday, they will fold you into their ranks as seamless as death by drowning, and you will go forth, stooped, shaking, knowing the days belong to you; the days are yours, now, numbered, to spend as you watch your life run out like milk tipped and lost from a toddler’s cup.
What do you think?
Amy Durant is a writer living in the Capital District of New York. She blogs frequently at her own site, Lucy’s Football, about far less serious things than this, and is lucky enough to write for Insatiable Booksluts about all things bookish. She is the artistic director for one of the many wonderful community theaters in her area and lives with a very cuddly but very spatially-impaired Siamese cat. Her book, Out of True, was published by Luna Station Press in August 2012. Follow her on Twitter.
For those interested in winning a paperback copy of Amy Durant’s book, just leave a comment by October 27, 2012 at 11:59PM EST.