books, to me, are romantic. something about words pressed up against a page, melting into it, like a lover's embrace. nostalgic. longing. a quest to discover what exists within...
reading is a transformation. an evolution, so small that most of us don't recognize the slight change in our thoughts, our character but it's there. tiny bits & pieces remain in our minds forever.
i used to read two books a week, religiously. mostly because i preferred the little temporary world over my own dull existence, being on the cusp of incredibly shy, this worked for me too well.
& no, i am not that shy anymore. but i still love a good book.
some of my recent crushes have are those listed above. although marquez, has been read many times, i love that book.
other writers i cherish range from existentialists (djuna barnes) to magical realism (marquez) i love mailer and his approach to "hip" in "the white negro" mailer states, “the language of hip is a language of energy, how it is found, how it is lost”, and that “movement is always to be preferred to inaction.". glorious.
on poetry, many, many favorite poets but my all time favorite is amiri baraka, "transbluesency" is my favorite collection. and i love all of the beats, who doesn't? aaahhh, this is really refreshing.
wonder why i am not shy anymore? i used to perform spoken word. ha! it seems like forever ago. now jimmy & i just make up stuff and record it on his 8-track with funk in the background. good times...
rambling over.
have you any suggestions? i would love to know! i've been out of the loop with olilo being so busy. but now i am ready to make a reading list!
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