has a word
the sight of it, the smell, the taste of it on your tongue,
the echo in your head, made you rise a sun in the east,
cringe, an animal in fear?
Right now only one Word comes to me for obvious reasons- it is in a poetry book I’m reading. The book revolves around a huge refulgent Elephant. I’ve never read anything like ‘People who Like Meatballs’ and I am happy that I have decided to talk to you about my experience of reading poetry books.
Although I’ve gone on a good deal about Rating, I don’t really think a rating should be the basis of your book choice. Particularly when it comes to reading a book of poems- because so many things are involved like personal choice, cultural constraints, etc.
A good thing about a poetry book is that you can read it in any order. I read half of this book like a regular person and then because I was amazed by the very idea, the premise, the title of this book I read it backwards.While I am madly promoting ebooks(because I’ve written one? no way….could that be why?), I must tell you that reading Poetry Books is a joy.
You can suspend everything. There are no facts….no logic.
Yet there is beneath it all an invisible thread of logic that connects poetry to song to arithmetic to logic.
In the first segment ‘People who like Meatballs’, Selima Hill talks about man’s humiliation by a woman. The language is surrealistic and bizarre. I’ve never read so many poems that revolve around the very suggestive elephant trunk and its possibilities. The elephant sways, ambles and ‘smiles like a pile of moons’. Even the cover makes one curious about the elephantine.
In the second part ‘Into My mother’s snow-encrusted Lap’, Selima Hill illuminates a mother-child relationship. There are animal references in this part as well- stallions, walrus, horses, caterpillars, but the primary feeling you get here after reading the first part is that you have left the forest and entered the domestic world filled with cakes, sausages, lettuce, hats and extremely poignant chicken soup,
“Her chicken soup is waiting in the dining-room/but all she wants to do is lie down/and go to heaven….”
A beautiful bizarre book filled with beautiful lines like these…..
Now I have a question for you:
Which word has influenced you in any way ( besides swear words) and why? Think about it and post your comment or just let it linger in your head.
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