Scan barcode
A review by aarushr
Date & Time by Phil Kaye
4.0
Rating 4.1 stars
The fact that I did not read this book earlier is such a shame because it is written so beautifully that it feels like a treat everytime you read it.
The format of book is such that you can live a little in Phil Kaye's life trough it in pieces or in dates and times. It has beautiful confessions of a soul living a childhood before internet, a childhood of divorce and other intimate parts of life. Phil manages to bring the same magic in his book as he does in his spoken poetry. The first half or 100 pages of the book are chef's kisses and definitely award worthy.
My favorite lines(I couldn't choose just one)-
• I think about how odd it must feel
to be famous for your sadness
• stutter is a cage
made of mirrors
every what’d you say
every just take your time
every come on, kid, spit it out
is a glaring reflection
of an existence
you cannot escape
every moment trips
over its own announcement
again & again & again
until it just hangs there
in the center
of the room as if what you had
to say had no
gravity at all
• is this what it means to be human?
to be all powerful?
to build a temple
to yourself
and leave
only the walls to pray
The fact that I did not read this book earlier is such a shame because it is written so beautifully that it feels like a treat everytime you read it.
The format of book is such that you can live a little in Phil Kaye's life trough it in pieces or in dates and times. It has beautiful confessions of a soul living a childhood before internet, a childhood of divorce and other intimate parts of life. Phil manages to bring the same magic in his book as he does in his spoken poetry. The first half or 100 pages of the book are chef's kisses and definitely award worthy.
My favorite lines(I couldn't choose just one)-
• I think about how odd it must feel
to be famous for your sadness
• stutter is a cage
made of mirrors
every what’d you say
every just take your time
every come on, kid, spit it out
is a glaring reflection
of an existence
you cannot escape
every moment trips
over its own announcement
again & again & again
until it just hangs there
in the center
of the room as if what you had
to say had no
gravity at all
• is this what it means to be human?
to be all powerful?
to build a temple
to yourself
and leave
only the walls to pray