Immediate impact has been:
You know how, when you fall asleep after playing a puzzle game too much, you start to see the shapes behind your eyes, fitting perfectly into where they ought to be, matching and clicking, sending that satisfying dopamine burst of success?
I’m falling asleep to my own words arranging themselves in neat lines and stanzas. I wake up with the same impressions: words I need to write because Komunyakaa’s imagery was nothing short of incredible. My imagery can’t touch it, but I have to try.
Over the weekend I struggled to finish Tate. The current week is proving a little more challenging, but I’m getting through. On Day 11 I diligently read and became entranced by Heather Christle’s The Trees The Trees. Oh, how I saw myself in her roots and her ruthlessness.
Pictured:
- The Orange and Other Poems by Wendy Cope
- The Great Fires by Jack Gilbert
- Magic City by Yusef Komunyakaa
- Love Poems by Pablo Neruda
- The Black Unicorn: Poems by Audre Lorde
- Blood of the Air by Ama Codjoe
- Worshipful Company of Fletchers by James Tate
Favorite:
- Magic City by Yusef Komunyakaa.
(Daily Writing 079)
Thoughts?