respect

[emchy]

a lot to say without a lot of words. i started taking vitamins and meditating. ok, so sometimes simple solutions can help, got it. two days of that sort of basic self care with some calls and talking and thinking and i am actually feeling better even though the context that was pulling me into panic hasn't changed. this is good. feeling bouncy, chatty, having to rein that in a bit so that i can get some work done and not feel inefficient. thinking about writers, writing, and feeling energy around it all. so much energy in fact, that i want to ask you - what is your favorite book of poetry? doesn't have to be the most meaningful or best written, but your favorite. the one that is like a favorite blanket to curl up with when you want to feel good, brainy, and in love with words. i am in the middle of a book by Mary Oliver, and once done, want to read some new people, want to branch out. there are always new poets to read, and poets that i should have read by now and haven't, so... whaddya say folks? my warm blanket book of poetry, it brought back my respect for words and my own journey with them: Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey by Hayden Carruth.

Comments

[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

Something by Stephen Dunn.

[liquid-siftings.livejournal.com]

The Collected Poems of Weldon Kees. Very underappreciated and quietly powerful.

[justin42.livejournal.com]

I love Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey. The title alone gets two snaps up.

I don't have a favorite book of poems. I'm sadly behind on reading on all fronts including poetry. I do have some authors I keep coming back to, and some poems I don't seem to get tired of. My last favorite book of poetry was a self-published chapbook this 15 year old boy was selling in the parking lot of a grocery store. Complete with chicken scratch drawings. I love it. I'd have to go home to look up his name and the title of the chapbook.

Scott C. Holstad - love his stuff.

The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry has a couple of gems in it. Particularly Mein Kempf by David Lerner. Love that one.

I like snippets and lines of things. They come back around time and again. This is all making me think I should invest some energy in finding a favorite book of poetry.

One snippet that I particularly love:

"AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach,
Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body." - Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman