I had to shut down my old blog because I ended my earthlink service when I moved. So, here I am again. Do I like it? I don't know. I've decided to start this up again for the same reasons I did the previous one: to record what I've been reading and writing in a (pseudo) public space, so that I feel more of an immediacy to my work and my studies, thereby keeping me motivated, or at the very least simulating the feeling of motivation until I find the real deal; to bring a sense of routine to my poet-life, in hopes that this will generate more reading and writing; and also to share the wonderful poets and books with anyone who happens to click here. I also enjoy talking to myself.
Currently, I'm reading two works of fiction and one work of poetry. For a while, I was only reading the two pieces of fiction. I needed something that felt more linear. I was having trouble organizing my thoughts, and thought reading a more straight-forward novel would help. I'm about half way through both Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist and Naomi Hirahara's Summer of the Big Bachi. They complement each other well in that Coelho's book provides all the universal language and dreams of a beautiful fable, whereas Hirahara's book focuses specifically on the Japanese American communities in LA. Summer of the Big Bachi contains so many little details that I relate to, and that remind me of home, my family, and my history.
The book of poetry I'm reading right now is Brenda Hillman's Bright Existence. I read Death Tractates a few months ago. Both--amazing.
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