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