📚 The Maze Runner (2010)

I’ve tried to read along with each of the kids on at least one book series (RE: The Hunger Games and Found), and now it’s time to read with the youngest. This one was a particularly brutal dystopia.

From Jenny George’s collection The Dream of Reason (I could find no place to link to, so this is printed without permission):

Spring

Speckled egg, brown egg, or sky blue with black marks –

Having broken once, the world re-forms
in miniature.
Over and over, in the nest
between two limbs; in the hollow of grass
at a marsh edge.

It’s relentless, the way it keeps trying
to return.
Joy
Joy
Joy

🔗 Unsolicited Advice to Minnesota Children by Neil Hilborn

I shouldn’t quote the whole thing because that would be inappropriate, so I’ll do something worse and excerpt a poem:

and you ingrate children of the snow
spend all your time in “classes”
learning about “things” that will teach you
nothing about ice skating on the bones
of your enemies or lighting moose
on fire or felling fir trees

Anyway, I love it!

📚 Where the Deer and the Antelope Play (2021)

I like how Nick Offerman writes. It inspires me to be more playful with my scribbles. Maybe I can be a little janky, leave some words out, and use a fancy phrase or five for fun. There’s definitely a schtick to it and he can spread it too thick at times. One of the themes in the book is “nuance,” which makes it striking when Offerman paints 40% of the American population with a pretty obese brush. The dual focus of describing our beautiful land right next to lamenting our ugly politics doesn’t really do a lot of favors to either discussion.

📚 Dune (1965)

I never read Dune as a kid. I tried to read Dune just out of college, but it didn’t catch. Yes, I’m one who read Dune (1984 movie tie-in edition) after seeing the movie (2021), and for me this worked. The movie, along with a conversation with a friend after the movie, gave me enough background to enjoy the ride.

📚 Homie (2020)

Did not hit me as hard as Don’t Call Us Dead. As with all Danez Smith, watching them read the poems is the best way to take them in.

Postcolonial Love Poem – I didn’t particularly understand anything I was reading. However, there was one bit I highlighted from “Snake-Light”:

When a snake swallows its prey, a row of inner teeth help walk the jaw over the prey’s body—walking like reading.

Walking over a word with the teeth of our mind.

To write is to be eaten. To read, to be full.

That’s vivid!

📚 2022

#Dune #KyleMacLachlan