Even though I’ve been busy as hell with the semester, I’ve managed to get some reading done in the last few weeks. Almost two months ago, I took a page from Mark Scroggins and other to think about just how much I read. Since then, I’ve finished George Witte’s Deniability, W. S. DiPiero’s City Dog, Stacy Lynn Brown’s Cradle Song (which I plan to review for The Rumpus soon), and I’ve reread Gabrielle Calvocoressi’s Apocalyptic Swing, largely because I’m teaching it in my Poetic Forms class this term.
I’ve also made it my goal to read things I probably should have read in graduate school but somehow missed, so I’ve just read Spring and All and I’m working my way through Robert Creeley’s Pieces at the suggestion of a close friend. Both of those will require multiple readings, certainly. And I’ve reread some fun stuff from my youth, thanks to my Stanza app–The Three Musketeers and The King Arthur stories. I’m also working my way through a version of Inferno done by twenty different translators lent to me by my friend Becka McKay.
So I guess that brings my completed total of new (to me) books this year to 7, and total to 9, with many more on my list. Next up (for now): Ann Carson’s Oresteia, Heather Hartley’s Knock Knock (in part because I named my own manuscript that for a contest or two) and Nick Lantz’s We Don’t Know We Don’t Know.