Comments on: If You’ve Been Reading InsideOut http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/ Thu, 09 Feb 2012 23:33:51 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Lorrie http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/comment-page-1/#comment-226 Lorrie Sun, 10 Jan 2010 14:45:07 +0000 http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/?p=215#comment-226 I have little torn pieces of paper marking favorites throughout my first read. They are: Disappearance - pg. 57 The Watching - pg. 73 and pg. 83 (not title), below: Curry leaf floats, curls 'midst black onion seeds, brown sauce, and I taste your love. and finally but none are least... In Lieu of the New York Times - pg. 84 All of these bring memories for me. I love the whole work!! I have little torn pieces of paper marking favorites throughout my first read. They are:

Disappearance – pg. 57
The Watching – pg. 73

and pg. 83 (not title), below:

Curry leaf
floats, curls
‘midst black onion
seeds, brown sauce,
and I taste
your love.

and finally but none are least…

In Lieu of the New York Times – pg. 84

All of these bring memories for me. I love the whole work!!

]]> By: laura http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/comment-page-1/#comment-206 laura Fri, 01 Jan 2010 21:10:02 +0000 http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/?p=215#comment-206 ummmm...so many I am enjoying. I haven't quite finished caressing my way through. I recognize some, and I greet them like old friends--they, all the more specials for their familiarity. These words, from Verse, breathe softly in my ear today: ... I guess it must be marks on tender skin, bearers of sin, cool cups of rain and bottles of tears collected on midnight trains from eyes of old men, old women ... beautiful. ummmm…so many I am enjoying. I haven’t quite finished caressing my way through. I recognize some, and I greet them like old friends–they, all the more specials for their familiarity. These words, from Verse, breathe softly in my ear today:

…
I guess it must
be marks on tender
skin, bearers of sin,
cool cups of rain
and bottles of tears
collected on midnight
trains from eyes
of old men, old women
…

beautiful.

]]> By: Tweets that mention If You’ve Been Reading InsideOut -- Topsy.com http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/comment-page-1/#comment-202 Tweets that mention If You’ve Been Reading InsideOut -- Topsy.com Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:43:49 +0000 http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/?p=215#comment-202 [...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Glynn Young, L.L. Barkat. L.L. Barkat said: her favorite is exactly her spirit @poemsandprayers http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you’ve-been-reading-insideout/ :) [...] [...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Glynn Young, L.L. Barkat. L.L. Barkat said: her favorite is exactly her spirit @poemsandprayers http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you’ve-been-reading-insideout/ :) [...]

]]> By: nancy http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/comment-page-1/#comment-201 nancy Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:15:29 +0000 http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/?p=215#comment-201 if sunflowers touched us lightly as pollen on a blue day, would we not care again, dream. if sunflowers
touched us lightly
as pollen on a
blue day, would we not
care again, dream.

]]> By: Kelly Langner Sauer http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/comment-page-1/#comment-200 Kelly Langner Sauer Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:02:54 +0000 http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/?p=215#comment-200 ergh - you all are making it very hard for me not to have this book! ergh – you all are making it very hard for me not to have this book!

]]> By: Maureen Doallas http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/2009/12/30/if-you%e2%80%99ve-been-reading-insideout/comment-page-1/#comment-199 Maureen Doallas Wed, 30 Dec 2009 17:09:38 +0000 http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog/?p=215#comment-199 The Winter section of InsideOut is my favorite, and within that section are poems I've read again and again: "Senility", which conveys beautifully in just 15 lines the poet's poignant watching of her self being disappeared as aunt, mother, and grandmother suffer "forgetfulness... encroaching". ("I remember/ when I existed/ in more than just a /scrap of your mind. . . .") "In Your Dream", with its wonderful sing-song quality, like a beloved nursery rhyme whose words belie what is or comes to be. "Disappearance", a perfect evocation of loss ("It is not just / your voice that/ one day // evaporated // ...."). The understanding in "Hibernate" that we have to go through darkness, the long nights of winter, to emerge into light, into day, into grace. "Instructions", which conveys all the ordinariness of life, which goes on, must go on, even as death pulls you up short and knocks the breath out of you. Throughout InsideOut, it is the spareness of the poems - the few words used in each - that is so striking when contrasted with the emotional punch you feel when you've reached the last lines. There is nothing studied about the poems; they are rich with every-day details of life but the life is not just observed and described; it's turned over, re-imagined, and re-experienced . . . and so pulls us in. The Winter section of InsideOut is my favorite, and within that section are poems I’ve read again and again:

“Senility”, which conveys beautifully in just 15 lines the poet’s poignant watching of her self being disappeared as aunt, mother, and grandmother suffer “forgetfulness… encroaching”. (“I remember/ when I existed/ in more than just a /scrap of your mind. . . .”)

“In Your Dream”, with its wonderful sing-song quality, like a beloved nursery rhyme whose words belie what is or comes to be.

“Disappearance”, a perfect evocation of loss (“It is not just / your voice that/ one day // evaporated // ….”).

The understanding in “Hibernate” that we have to go through darkness, the long nights of winter, to emerge into light, into day, into grace.

“Instructions”, which conveys all the ordinariness of life, which goes on, must go on, even as death pulls you up short and knocks the breath out of you.

Throughout InsideOut, it is the spareness of the poems – the few words used in each – that is so striking when contrasted with the emotional punch you feel when you’ve reached the last lines.

There is nothing studied about the poems; they are rich with every-day details of life but the life is not just observed and described; it’s turned over, re-imagined, and re-experienced . . . and so pulls us in.

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