a fog so thick that you can part it
with your fingers? a fog so dense
that you stick your hand through
the car window and watch it disappear?
these special fogs press
heavy on your eyes and ears,
fill the dips of your collarbone,
quiet the murmurs living
inside your throat.
before i drove through this mountain
and through this fog there were bills
to pay and children to teach, people
i hated and people i loved. there were mental
disorders and electrocardiograms. fears.
now there is only the positioning
of my hands. a steering wheel. a whisper
in my ear that says "drive carefully."
a cliff and a guardrail.
now there is fog.
and maybe, if i wish hard enough,
the fog will keep me.
i am not afraid of dying.
i am just afraid.
It's so amazing and it really hits you in all the right places.
This is an amazing poem, I can't put it into words how much I enjoy your writings
Personally, when dying, I walk around and around the mountain until I disappear. Only a fog can bring me back.
"That's as bad as killing, to take away everything a person is! September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest, so bitter and sour.
Poor child. There is always a first time, and it is never the last time."
~from The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There (Book #2 of the Fairyland Chronicles)
By Catherynne M. Valente
(but can we really only pick one??)
Your gallery, and your writing, and just this, is so amazing. You're so honest.
Whenever someone asks me why I enjoy poetry, I turn them to you. I can't give you any pretty words, but know that you're my favorite. I don't know my favorite what, but you are.
i can't remember if anyone asked me what my favorite book is. i used to just say slaughterhouse five, and while it IS one of my favorites, i have so many that it's difficult to choose.
latest read: The Shadow of Your Smile
And my favorite book is Wolf Tower by Tanith Lee, because it made me want to write again.
really powerful book, even if you don't realize the meaning of everything until you reflect upon it later
my favorite book is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. it's bizarre and strangely written and strangely typed and amazing. if you haven't already, please please check it out.
Also, I love your poetry! <3
I must take up on this question (which by the way, is a great idea haha). I'd have to say, it's a tie between The Little Prince and Invisible Monsters. I love Chuck Palahniuk's writing altogether actually. Also, Perks of a Wallflower came to mind immediately, and I just finished The Hunger Games and that was amaaaaazing.
though i finally convinced my fiance to read the hunger games (or listen to it on tape, rather, as he commutes a lot) and he won't stop complaining about supposed plot holes. he says the avoxes would never work for the capital, they'd just let themselves be killed.
STOP RUINING MY HUNGER GAMES, FIANCE. GEEZE.
My favourite book is a trilogy
H. Beam Piper's Fuzzy Trilogy
thanks for the watch, by the way. it's appreciated.
The Piper books, especially the fuzzy books, are all sc-fi in nature but they raise some good questions as well. i enjoy all types of books, poetry, and magazines but the ones that make me think or better yet think in new ways and raise questions I hadn't thought of myself are my favorites.
Looking forward to reading all your past post and future ones as well.
This feels so different from your usual poetry
My favorite books are Lamb by Christopher Moore and The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins. I should read more classical literature, but who has the time?
P.S: when my copy of your book arrived I almost had a cardiac arrest- thank you for your words
The first novel of the author, at 29. It's about a man living in a graveyard because he gets along better with the ghosts than real people, and one of the ghosts who is determined to stay. Of course there is love and loss and discovery, I find it all beautiful.
"i am not afraid of dying.
i am just afraid."
as for favourite books.. i have so so many
looking for alaska by john green, house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, the bell jar by sylvia plath, catcher in the rye by j.d. salinger, paper towns by john green, and lots lots more.
what about yours?