May, June, early July reading

Time Is a Mother, Ocean Vuong
Purgatory, Raul Zurita
And Those Ashen Heaps That Cantilevered Vase, Lynn Xu
All the Flowers Kneeling, Paul Tran
Plainwater, Anne Carson
The Renunciations, Donika Kelly
Some Say a Lark, Jennifer Chang
The Master Letters, Lucie Brock-Broido
Stay, Illusion, Lucie Brock-Broido
Praise, Robert Hass
Water Puppets, Quan Barry
The Octopus Museum, Brenda Shaughnessy
Versed, Rae Armantrout

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August 2023

Completed : John Ashbery, The Double Dream of Spring Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red Anne Carson, Decreation Anders Carlson-Wee, The Low Passions Franny Choi, Soft Science Louise Gluck, Averno Julian Gewirtz, Your Face My Flag Susan Howe, My Emily Dickinson Joanna Klink, Excerpts from a Secret Prophecy Dong Li, The Orange Tree Rowan Riccardo Philips, Heaven Lee Ann Roripaugh, tsunami vs. the fukushima 50 Adam Scheffler, Heartworm Solmaz Sharif, Customs Danez Smith, Homie Patricia Smith, Blood Dazzler Mai der Vang, Afterland Jenny Xie, The Rupture Tense Monica Youn, Blackacre (reread) In progress : Daniel Borzutsky, The Performance of Becoming Human Dionne Brand, Nomenclature Alex Dimitrov, Together and by Ourselves Louise Gluck, Proofs and Theories Jorie Graham, Runaway Susan Howe, Quarry Carl Philips, Then the War: Selected Poems Lisa Robertson, Magenta Soul Whip Mai der Vang, Yellow Rain C.D. Wright, One Big Self

Shiji (史记)

A. Sima Qian's account in his seminal 史记 ( Shiji , History Record - usually translated as 'Records of the Grand Historian') of six assassins is probably the most absorbing part of that work. But why would Sima Qian devote a section on commoners in a work that otherwise considers only nobility and rulers? Perhaps the better question is: what's the effect of this inclusion on us?

summer reading (Richard Hugo)

Richard Hugo is most famous for this devastating little villanelle, called The Freaks at Spurgin Field Road . I just finished his first book, A Run of Jacks . I'd no idea it was his first book. I'll excerpt two stanzas from a poem called "Northwest Retrospective: Mark Tobey." (Mark Tobey was a painter.) Beyond Van Allen rings, the stars don't glitter, arrogant as moons. When did we start? Light-years ago. Why did we come? No matter. We are not returning to that world of ditch and strain, the research terms: cryogenic fuels, free radicals, plasma jets, coordinated fusion. Only the last, in all this void, applies. A universe is fusing in our eyes.

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