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eaven's review against another edition
5.0
"you arrive home after a long day to discover your children have grown suddenly hideous and unlovable."
maurice_greenware's review against another edition
5.0
" there is a pond I leapt into once with a lonely blonde boy
when we scampered out one of us was in love
I could not be held responsible for desire he could not be held at all "
when we scampered out one of us was in love
I could not be held responsible for desire he could not be held at all "
rtcrook's review against another edition
5.0
I came across the poem I Won't Lie This Plague of Gratitude on instagram a long time ago and that poem rattled around in my brain for so long that I finally searched up the author and picked this up. Glad I did, I loved this.
bazeleor's review against another edition
4.0
[4.5]
“I am less horrible than I could be I’ve never set a house on fire never thrown a firstborn off a bridge still my whole life I answered every cry for help with a pour with a turning away I’ve given this coldness many names thinking if it had a name it would have a solution thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs I carried the coldness like a diamond for years holding it close near as blood until one day I woke and it was fully inside me both of us ruined and unrecognizable two coins on a train track the train crushed into one”
This clicked with me right away and im profoundly obsessed.
Side note: stop stealing from my journal
“I am less horrible than I could be I’ve never set a house on fire never thrown a firstborn off a bridge still my whole life I answered every cry for help with a pour with a turning away I’ve given this coldness many names thinking if it had a name it would have a solution thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs I carried the coldness like a diamond for years holding it close near as blood until one day I woke and it was fully inside me both of us ruined and unrecognizable two coins on a train track the train crushed into one”
This clicked with me right away and im profoundly obsessed.
Side note: stop stealing from my journal
sanjana_argula's review against another edition
5.0
What a wonderful book with phenomenal writing. I was highlighting some beautiful line from almost every page and I absolutely enjoyed this book. It's one of my favorite poetry books ever.
"I’ve given this coldness many names thinking if it had a name it would have a solution thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs"
" may we measure every victory by the momentary absence of pain"
" even a lobster climbs away from its shell a few times a life but every time I open my eyes I find I am still inside myself each epiphany dull and familiar"
" The countdown to the next major miracle is on. Till then, I’ll manage less and less."
" what you lack and the punishment for your lacking are the same"
" I lack nothing I need unless you count everything I want"
" When I wake, I ask God to slide into my head quickly before I do."
" one way to live a life is to spend each moment asking forgiveness for the last
it seems to me the significance of remorse would deflate with each performance"
" it’s a long drive into manhood but such a short walk out"
These are not even half the gems I found scattered throughout the book. It was simply an awe-inspiring experience to read through and in between the lines of this book. Kudos to the poet!
"I’ve given this coldness many names thinking if it had a name it would have a solution thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs"
" may we measure every victory by the momentary absence of pain"
" even a lobster climbs away from its shell a few times a life but every time I open my eyes I find I am still inside myself each epiphany dull and familiar"
" The countdown to the next major miracle is on. Till then, I’ll manage less and less."
" what you lack and the punishment for your lacking are the same"
" I lack nothing I need unless you count everything I want"
" When I wake, I ask God to slide into my head quickly before I do."
" one way to live a life is to spend each moment asking forgiveness for the last
it seems to me the significance of remorse would deflate with each performance"
" it’s a long drive into manhood but such a short walk out"
These are not even half the gems I found scattered throughout the book. It was simply an awe-inspiring experience to read through and in between the lines of this book. Kudos to the poet!
catschristian's review against another edition
dark
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
4.0
"Right now our moon looks like a pale cabbage rose. / Delam barat tang shodeh. / We are forever folding into the night. / Shab bekheir."
"it's a myth / that love lives in the heart it lives in the throat we push it out / when we speak when we gasp we take a little for ourselves"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. / This may be me at my best."
"I always wanted to be a saint / but I thought I'd be one of the miserable / ones sainted by pain burnt alive inside / a brazen bull instead I weep openly at obnoxious / beauty"
"it's a myth / that love lives in the heart it lives in the throat we push it out / when we speak when we gasp we take a little for ourselves"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. / This may be me at my best."
"I always wanted to be a saint / but I thought I'd be one of the miserable / ones sainted by pain burnt alive inside / a brazen bull instead I weep openly at obnoxious / beauty"
lukewhenderson's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
3.5