'If you're happy and you know it...' - Andre Jordan. See: http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com/blog/
Some learning to drive stuff/ theory. Not because I'm overly enthused about the actual reading of the book, more the actual driving and... FREEDOM. Finalement? peut-etre?
(I thought of lots of other books last night when I'd read some poems, but now my memory seems to not be working too fast.)
'Crush' - poems by Richard Siken. Everyone should have this book, as well as The Catcher in The Rye. I'm borrowing the book off a friend but found myself making slight pencil marks on it last night, and concluded that I need my own copy. Actual need.
Some kind of tourbook/ alternative tourbook on Berlin. (Albeit in advance, as this is not actualy planned, although it is planned in my mind.)
'To The Lighthouse' - Woolf. Again, own copy needed.
'Some German Poetry anthology' (this is not the title.) which I saw in the big W, which also has fabby English translations which seemed quite good. And it is in nice hardbook. Which is always a delighful surprise, even if a planned on surprise. (Does that make sense?)
'Ariel' - Plath. Siken is compared with her book Ariel; therefore it is to be read.
I am now going to give you some delightful Siken tidbits, b-b-because I am so lovely. and appreciate what it is to be entertained and delighted by poetry. Of course. And because it is almost edible.
Stop scratching whatever itch you have, and please enjoy.
... Your name like
a song I sing to myself, your name like a box
where I keep my love, your name like a nest
in the tree of love, your name like a boat in the
sea of love -- O now we're in the sea of love!
Your name like detergent in the washing machine...
It's a bed of straw, darling. It sure as shit is.
...and here is the centre
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can't go through with it.
I just don't want to die anymore.
this is all from 'Saying your names', which was possibly my favourite poem out of the ones I read last night.