New book posts:
- Book review: They Never Learn by Layne Fargo
- Book review: Winterkeep (Graceling #4) by Kristin Cashore
- Short review: Poetry: mary oliver, addonizio, lambert
Other books I’ve been reading:
- Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver (poetry)
- Tell Me by Kim Addonizio (poetry)
- Rereading Felicity by Mary Oliver (poetry)
Added to TBR:
- What Is This Thing Called Love by Kim Addonizio (poetry)
- Mortal Trash by Kim Addonizio (poetry)
- Bukowski in a Sundress: confessions from a writing life by Kim Addonizio (memoir, essays)
- Notes on a Silencing by Lacy Crawford (memoir, true crime): about experiencing sexual abuse on an elite boarding school
- frank: sonnets by Diane Seuss (poetry)
- The Book of Love: poems of ectasy and longing by Rumi (poetry, classics, philosophy)
- Tales of Norse Mythology by Hélène A. Guerber (mythology)
- The Anthropocene Reviewed: essays on a human-centered planet by John Green (nonfiction, essays)
- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson (classics, humor, journalism)
Three things on my mind:
- So much has happened lately, most of them really nice. I got through my exams with better marks than I could’ve wished for despite lots of roadblocks, spent some time alone waiting for my 2nd covid-19 vaccine. Managed to get it and finally spend time with friends and family, some I haven’t met in two years now.
- This spring exam season was the first time I sat down and was like “I can actually do this” because I do love what I’m studying (physics). I just don’t love the whole regiment I have to uphold to try to get a working, cooperative brain and focus. Like basically I have to schedule when I do certain activities as I know I’ll have pain afterwards, mainly eating, and it was tricky to figure out the most efficient times. I have crohn’s disease among other things, and it’s fairly active still, but we’re working on it.
- So I’ve done a lot in my daily life this summer, but I’ve read so little. Mostly poetry. And I have been very happy, for the most part. I’ve watched a lot – a lot – of movies, because that’s a social thing to do. I can’t get through a movie or tv series without skipping some parts if I’m on my own, so I really only get the chance to enjoy them under supervision of other people. I did watch cats, the movie. And would wholeheartedly recommend against it. My body was having physical reactions to not being able to keep up with the godawful CGI/human cat faces, the inconsistency of them making it only more fucked up. Glad I did it with someone beside me, it was hilarious to suffer together. Better movies I watched for the first time was The Matrix (I laughed at every matrix I calculated with for the rest of the week), The Martian, Gravity and My Neighbor Totoro. All great films, of which Totoro is definitely the supreme winner.
- I’ve been reading a lot of love poems lately. I opened Felicity by Mary Oliver to the part of Love, and the first thing I met was Rumi’s writing that she included. There was no less of a sign of wisdom to not let fear guide you in anything, let alone emotions of importance like love.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.
Rumi
I did think, let’s go about this slowly.
This is important. This should take
some really deep thought. We should take
small thoughtful steps.
But, bless us, we didn’t.
Mary Oliver, Felicity
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