10
May
book challenge day 04: a book that reminds you of home
the truth is, right now i don’t know what home is. it is where i came from? where i lay my head at night? i think it is where my heart is— in poetry. right now i am very rooted in slam poetry, and what is getting me through what’s been going on is the chapbooks that i have collected from various poets:
Rachel Wiley
Caroline Rothstein
Jon Sands
Rachel McKibens
Angelique Palmer
Rob Sturma
Jennifer-Leigh Oprihorythey are all special to me because they remind me of a time when something magical happened… and they are all signed. i am weird like that.
my other home book is Vonnegut’s Man Without a Country… i was in the Epileptic Monitoring Unit when Vonnegut died, and it affected me quite seriously… it may have been a combination of withdrawal and sleep deprivation but seeing it repeated on the news (the one thing that is always on in the hospital is the news and Jeopardy!)… this book is not like his others. i find the poetry in Vonnegut’s work, and this is his most revealing. it will always bring me back to that hospital bed.
and this is why I do this.
via forensic-houseian