Have one of my favourite poems ever, to celebrate. Because who wouldn't celebrate with a foetus in the closet?

( On Squaw Peak, Robert Hass )

See this. Post a poem. I couldn't decide, so I am posting two. Lucky you.

( Privilege of Being - Robert Hass )

Today was awesome. Let me tell you why ( Read more... )

Let us hope that amputation will not be necessary. (And with many apologies for the cringeworthy meter in the final line.)

There once was a lady named Bites
Who tore her best pair of tights
By stubbing her toe-
Such terrible woe!-
Who knew a chair would put up such a fight?

I don't talk about this much on my LJ, but I really love poetry. I don't read it that often, because it can go so very, very wrong, and I prefer analysing prose, but I love being able to sink into something lyrical-something written less to tell a story than to elicit something. I even write it periodically, but you definitely don't want to read it ( Read more... )

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I have come to the rather sad conclusion that lately I have been reading things for stylistic reasons rather than plot.  This saddens me greatly, for once upon a time, Plot was my dear friend, but I have lost it in the Sea of Experimentation.  You can help me regain what I have lost (and possibly restore my sanity) by recommending me books with fun ( Read more... )