Currently I am trying to read eleven books simultaneously. This week, bookmarks have moved in the following:
- The End of Oil by Paul Roberts
- How to gaze at the southern stars by Richard Hall
- How your horse wants you to ride- starting out, starting over by Gincy Self Bucklin
- Deep River Talk- Collected poems by Hone Tuwhare
- Prosperity Pie-How to relax about money and everything else by Sark
- Mapping the World- A History of Exploration by Peter Whitfield
- Bread and Roses by Sonja Davies (her biography)
- Walden and other writings by Henry David Thoreau
- Huts Cabins and Hideaways- little retreats by Jane Tidbury
- The soul is here for its own joy-sacred poems from many cultures edited by Robert Bly
- 400 wood boxes- the fine art of containment and concealment
Whew! Scattered around the house, there is always a book to distract me, every moment of stillness is a chance to get a few pages ahead in one or another. The ones I'm most called to look at today are the horse (substitute for horse riding lessons I can't have yet), huts (oooh pictures of grown-up treehouses) and river ("squirming, the land wriggles/in delight./We love her.") books. The ones I feel most obliged to finish first are Sonja Davies, Southern Stars and Mapping the World. No novels right now, as I am a terrible glutton for fiction and will ignore anything more worthy if I have started a good sci fi or mystery. All the above are borrowed, mostly from the library, some from friends, and I am feeling the pressure of looming obligations to return them.
Earlier this week I finished another book of poetry that was sort of like a novel, because after dabbling around as is my usual approach to poetry books, I realised that Sing-Song by Ann Kennedy contains a story which progresses from start to finish. The story is about her family life- falling in love, falling pregnant, getting married, moving houses, having babies and most of all about her daughter's experience with eczema.The story would have been a bit thin for a novel. It could have been a feature article in a magazine or a short story. But it is perfect as a sequence of poems weaving together emotion, sensation and social commentary.