Monday, February 28, 2022

February 2022 Reading






Another month of reading done.  I read 13 books in February.

 

One of them, Heather Corinna’s What Fresh Hell Is This?, I already wrote about on my fitness blog here.

 

I read three other nonfiction books.  The first was Wendy Williams’s The Language of Butterflies, which was fascinating and informative.  I now have a list of butterfly-related field trips I want to take and I am lusting after butterfly fossils.  The writing is engaging and polished.  Check it out.

 

In my continuing quest to educate myself about black hair, I bought Lulu Pierre’s book A Parent’s Guide to Natural Hair Care for Girls.  I figured a book geared toward the white parents of black or multi-racial children would explain things in small words that I could understand.  It was mostly true.  The photos were helpful and Pierre’s daughter is freaking adorable.

 

Frantz Fanon is one of those names that comes up a lot in multiple contexts from antiracism to decolonial theory.  I read Black Skin, White Masks.  Fanon’s education as a psychiatrist frames his discussion of colonialism and racism, meaning he has a larger reliance on Freud and Adler than I personally am comfortable with.  He points out some interesting issues with the Jungian view of the world.  Perhaps the most striking thing about the book is the style—there are passages of nearly clinical scholarly prose and then eruptions of poetry and then quotations from Sartre.  It’s not an easy read and I wouldn’t say it was enjoyable, but I am glad I did read it.

 

February was a little stressful, so the rest of my reading was fiction.  Since I was a little girl and my aunt gave me Elizabeth Goudge’s The Blue Hills, I have been enjoying Goudge’s fiction for children and adults.  The books are old-fashioned domestic fiction, which is mostly a good and wholesome thing, but occasionally not.  Because a lot of her books were out of print, I read the middle book of her Eliot family trilogy a long time ago.  I re-read it this month, in its proper place between the other two books.  The three books are The Bird in the Tree, Pilgrim’s Inn, and The Heart of the Family.  The best part of all three is Goudge’s ability to depict the magic of places and the influences they have on our lives.  The prose might feel a little purple in current times, but it is still well-wrought and lovely.  Mostly it was like reading a long hug, except for a few jarring notes where times have definitely changed (you know, women’s rights, awareness of racism, etc.).

 

My other favorite reading coping technique is, of course, murder mysteries.  Sadly, I now have to wait for Ann Cleeves to write more books.  I read the most recent Vera novel, The Darkest Evening, finished the Shetland series (Thin Air, Wild Fire, and Cold Earth), and polished off the current Matthew Venn book, The Heron’s Cry.  All are more than worth reading, but Vera is my favorite.

 

February total:  13 books

Spring total:  27 books

YTD total:  27 books

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Monday, February 14, 2022

February 2022 Flash Lit 5 - Your Good Deed for the Day






Your Good Deed for the Day

 

Did you lower

your diaphragm,

feel the breastbone life

and the belly expand

with the inrush

of cool air?

Did you whoosh the air

back out and

open your eyes

to the wonderful,

chaotic, colorful world?

Then you’re good.

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Friday, February 11, 2022

February 2022 Flash Lit 4 - Your Cheating Heart






Your Cheating Heart

 

Hearts cheat.

That’s just what they do.

No, not like that, or not

only like that.

Hearts laugh at lines

and boundaries and rules,

cross and nudge,

breeze right past

the Do Not Enter,

the Caution Wet Floor,

the Danger Rip Tide.

So it is no surprise

to find hearts

drowned and broken.

They keep loving anyway.

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Monday, February 07, 2022

February 2022 Flash Lit 3 - Your Guess Is As Good As Mine







Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

 

None of us knows,

not the one whose hair

wants cutting,

nor the one who quarreled

with time—

but don’t we al, really,

quarrel with time sooner

or later?—

nor the one dreaming

teapot dreams within a dream.

We don’t even really know

the question.

It could be ravens

or crocodiles

or bats,

desks, tea-trays, marmalade,

pig-babies,

death,

cats with or without smiles.

We’re all mad here.

And maybe all we can do

is wonder.

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Saturday, February 05, 2022

February 2022 Flash Lit 2 - Your Fair Share






Fair Share

 

It is not about fractions, factions

of pie, staining some number

of plates.

It is not about whose turn

it is to lug the clinking,

stinking trash out, to sweep

up the crumbs under the table.

 

Fair is the oxygen

belling out the lungs every breath,

the sun pinking the horizons

twice a day, day in, day out.

It is the inexplicable

grace of being.

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Wednesday, February 02, 2022

February 2022 Flash Lit 1 - Your Chariot Awaits






Your Chariot Awaits

 

Up in the dark.

Toothpaste scrubs the mouth awake

enough to see bedhead

blob in the shadowy mirror—

don’t wake the sleeper with a light.

Pad down the hall

in yesterday’s socks;

curl into the chair;

uncap the orange pen.

 

Soon the orange will

spread on the horizon.

Wheels will turn and grind.

Hop on and ride the day.

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