Trying to get back into reading regularly so I thought a good way to onboard myself was to get into some poetry.
Currently going through
Playtime by Andrew McMillan. Mostly coming of age poems about being gay but strikes the right balance of being really candid but relatable and not at all melodramatic or seeped in sadness as a lot of gay poetry / literature tends to be. Just really nice, unfussy and gives me warm nostalgia tingles for my teens / early twenties.
Tender Buttons by Gertrude Stein. Shes a classic I'd never read before and her writing still feels very modern, even some +100 years later. I'm approaching it as a time capsule and a fun exploration of aesthetic. Every so often though she hits on some profound thoughts and they usually come out of the most unexpected places. Very fun.
Recently finished
Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong. This was... bad, and like the antithesis to Playtime. Prosaic and tortured and fairly repetitive, but did provide a fresh thematic perspective in some poems which means I overall didn't regret my time with it. I picked up his followup after hearing a lot of talk, but didn't get far. I'll probably finish it eventually but I think he's just not very good.
The Migraine Hotel by Luke Kennard. Very surreal and seeped in fun irony and not at all serious self deprecation. There's a series of hilarious poems where he's talking to a wolf who is probably just a manifestation of his inner monologue which I couldn't stop thinking about for most of the end of last year after I finished it. Overall I didn't enjoy this too much but its 100% worth it for the wolf. I want a whole book just on him talking to that dang wolf.
Currently rereading
Autobiography of Red by Anne Carlson. One of my favs. Beautiful prose, hilarious and bitter sweet. There's nothing quite like this. The fact I haven't sought out the sequel is testament to how perfect I think this book is.
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