I am going to start posting poetry, because a) I read it often and b) because. I’m looking forward to picking up more of Heather Christle’s stuff. I bought one book a few months ago on a lucky whim that may have been 35% a result of the cover art.

A highlight:

you have to live where the house lands on you
what else can you do    your bones are all broken
and somebody loves you    who is it    tell me who
loves you     not as much as I do     I mean    I even
built you a house         and found you     why won’t
you live in it

I should read Anne Carson today. I wish I had studied Classics.

I. Geryon
Geryon was a monster everything about him was red
Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red
How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against
Their hobbles in the red wind
Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon’s
Dream

Greyon’s dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran
Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup

Secret pup At the front end of another red day

II. Meanwhile He Came
Across the salt knobs it was Him
Knew about the homegold
Had sighted red smoke above the red spires