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Today we read the succulent poem BURIAL by ROSS GAY. Get this— it's one sentence! It's a poem that travels from ash and roots to plums and a father dancing, and it's one sentence long! Find out how a single line loops into a circle, and feels as cozy as a garden chat, and raises the dead, all casual-like, with fun.
Today on READ TO ME, I read from THE SOUL OF AN OCTOPUS by Sy Montgomery. Sy's love for animals and the earth goes out beyond her skin into millions of other people's minds, into their bodies, so they sit crying on the sofa reading, and are so grateful for the heartbreak, and all the smoke it clears away. Come see how this love happens on the page.
This week I'm reading MASKED BLESSINGS by RUBEENA IANIGRO. This sensuous poem charts an evolution from passion to ecstasy, to rage to little hip checks of jokes (via a clock!) to a spiritual evolution on the narrator's terms. What?!? How does all that happen in one poem? Come hear Rubeena wield power on the page — and hear how I ended up sitting next to her on a couch in New York City.
Today on READ TO ME, we cook dinner with the greatest heroine in children's literature. Heck, all of literature! Ramona Quimby, Age 8 by Beverly Cleary. I wonder if Beverly Cleary chased after Ramona, like a mom gasping after a fast toddler. Or I wonder if writing Ramona was like coming to a buffet table always full. Either way, reading Ramona taught me to write, and Clearly gave solace to every independent heart.
Today on READ TO ME, we read the poem SMALL-TOWN MONTANA, 2019 by Beneth Goldschmidt-Sauer. An accomplished, award-winning writer, Beneth's work is exquisite, sly, mischievous, and bold. And so smart. My goodness, so smart. And in direct lineage from Jane Eyre, the patroness of singular, passionate minds. Come with us into the grace of attention as we love this compressed and flaring jewel.
I think we could listen in again to this passage from Jane Eyre because it shows the strength of the narrator while fulling immersing me into the scene. This is writing at its best, writing that took me away from the current pandemic, even if was just for a few minutes.
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To the moors, to the moors we go! O, romantic and foreboding mists! O fierce upwelling of green! O proto-feminism, mettle, and a singular communion with God! O, O, Jane Eyre!
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