Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tattered Cover Book Store
Today I had the chance to meet up with a college friend, Jon. He took me to The Tattered Cover Book Store near his grandparents' apartment in Denver. I purchased a copy of A.E. Housman's a Shropshire Lad. Thank you Dover Thrift Editions. Buying a new book of poetry inspired me to read some poems from the last book of poetry I purchased, Okay, that and avoiding a paper I should really finish. As exciting as organic LEDs are, sometimes I'd rather read a poem:
In Drifts of sleep I came upon you
Buried to your waist in the snow.
You reached your arms out: I came to
Like water in a dream of thaw.
This poem is by Seamus Heaney, my friend James told me I would enjoy Heaney and that he should push more Heaney on me. I'm glad he did. This poem made me think of something I wrote recently:
Strange Thoughts on Unusual Dreams
I feel like all my blood has been drained
I didn't drink the antidote
You didn't cut the ropes
We didn't leave together
My fingers are so cold.
The two pieces seem like opposites. Heaney's the dream of saving someone, mine--the dream of not being saved. I very much like short poems. And I'd like to think it has more to do with a love of brevity and concision than of being lazy.
Well, my trip to the Denver bookstore and the conversation with Jon, made me want to write more. Even if my writing is not very good. And as a white-person, I will probably do most of my writing in my moleskine. http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2009/02/24/122-moleskine-notebooks And although I am not a fan of heroin, I do consider myself creative.