I found these images so mesmerizing, evocative. I found my mind wandering as I looked at them, exploring the landscapes, inventing narrative. And wondering, wondering, wondering.
Author: JNaz
I have just finished this book and I have (mostly) nothing but praise for it. (I could have used a little less memoir and her metaphors were clunky at times.) Had checked it out a couple of months ago and was unable to finish it before I had to return it. So I got back
I don’t know what to say other than that this poem needs to be read. By as many people as possible.
I was deeply moved by this review/conversation and wanted to share it here. This book is going on my “shelf” at the library…
This essay is worth a read. I especially love the way he talks about our relationship with time.
I thought to write a brilliant, coherent review of this shattering book but decided instead to go from the gut, having just finished it. It has been a long, long time since I have been so utterly upended by a novel. Unmade and remade. And unmade again. Hard to find words other than those. Hmmmmm.
For at least 20 years I have heard the refrain “I can’t believe you haven’t read Anne Lamott.” I have heard this from a wide variety of people – young, old, male, female, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Agnostics. You get the picture. One of my oldest friends got tired of saying it and sent me a
Reading a conversation between Camille Dungy and Kaveh Akbar, in Orion magazine, and came upon this, which blew my head right off. So had to share… Kaveh Akbar says – In terms of the hunger for poems, just as a human enterprise, or the hunger for encountering illumination that is not of yourself —that’s just art.
I finished this heart wrenching book this morning, in a quiet house as the sun rose above the eastern edge. It was necessary to do so, to read the last pages while in a solitary space. Even though I knew the outcome, even though I had imagined it many times, reading it was brutal. 35
Well, seems I am reading but not making time to review. I offer this up as a placeholder of sorts, to jog my memory when I have time to review, to let you know where I have been. DON’T ASK ME WHERE I’M FROM and WHITE SPACE, by Jennifer de Leon – a novel and
Seasonal Reading 