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Poetry Friday: Baby Face by Carl Sandburg

September 23rd, 2016 (06:00 am)
peaceful

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Song: White Flag by Joseph

White moon comes in on a baby face.
The shafts across her bed are flimmering.

Out on the land White Moon shines,
Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows,
All silver to slow twisted shadows
Falling across the long road that runs from the house.

Keep a little of your beauty
And some of your flimmering silver
For her by the window to-night
Where you come in, White Moon.

- Baby Face by Carl Sandburg

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Poetry Friday: Jabberers by Carl Sandburg

September 16th, 2016 (06:00 am)
amused

Current Mood: amused
Current Song: Honest by Joseph

I rise out of my depths with my language.
You rise out of your depths with your language.

Two tongues from the depths,
Alike only as a yellow cat and a green parrot are alike,
Fling their staccato tantalizations
Into a wildcat jabber
Over a gossamer web of unanswerables.

The second and the third silence,
Even the hundredth silence,
Is better than no silence at all
(Maybe this is a jabber too - are we at it again, you and I?)

I rise out of my depths with my language.
You rise out of your depths with your language.

One thing there is much of; the name men call it by is time; into this gulf our syllabic pronunciamentos empty by the way rockets of fire curve and are gone on the night sky; into this gulf the jabberings go as the shower at a scissors grinder's wheel....

- Jabberers by Carl Sandburg

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Poetry Friday: Mutability by William Wordsworth

September 9th, 2016 (08:00 am)
optimistic

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Song: We Sink by Chvrches

From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musical but melancholy chime,
Which they can hear who meddle not with crime,
Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.
Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
That in the morning whiten'd hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royally did wear
His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time.

- Mutability by William Wordsworth

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Poetry Friday: Back Yard by Carl Sandburg

September 2nd, 2016 (06:00 am)
contemplative

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Song: Fade to Black by Nina Gordon

Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.

An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month; to-night they are throwing you kisses.

An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a cherry tree in his back yard.

The clocks say I must go - I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking white thoughts you rain down.

Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.

- Back Yard by Carl Sandburg

Happy September, everyone! Welcome to a beautiful new month!

Last month, I shared four Mary Oliver poems, including her aptly-titled piece August. What poems make you think of summer? Let me know in the comments below! Also share your thoughts at the readergirlz blog.

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Books to Read (Forthcoming Releases)

September 1st, 2016 (07:00 am)
thoughtful

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Song: Without a Trace theme song

September 2016
Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier

October 2016
The Twelve Days of Dash and Lily by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan
What Light by Jay Asher

November 2016
The Kindness Club #1: Chloe on the Bright Side by Courtney Sheinmel

Sometime in 2016
World of Payne Book 0: Ghost Dog by Tom Sniegoski and Frank Cho
Sam & Ilsa by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan

January 2017
The One Memory of Flora Banks by Emily Barr

February 2017
Grim Death and Bill the Electrocuted Criminal by Mike Mignola and Tom Sniegoski
Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World by Kelly Jensen
We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

April 2017
Ararat by Christopher Golden
Gem & Dixie by Sara Zarr

Summer 2017
Once and for All by Sarah Dessen
Welcome to Hotel Monster by Gwenda Bond and Christopher Rowe

Fall 2017
Alexander Hamilton, Revolutionary by Martha Brockenbrough

Winter 2017
Snowbirds by Crissa-Jean Chappell

Sometime in 2017
The Baby-Sitters Club Graphix #5: Dawn and the Impossible Three by Ann M. Martin, adapted by Gale Galligan
The Baby-Sitters Club Graphix #6 by Ann M. Martin, adapted by Gale Galligan
Breakaway by Gale Galligan
Hazel by Gale Galligan
Solutions and Other Problems by Allie Brosh

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Best Books of August 2016

August 31st, 2016 (05:56 pm)
sick

Current Mood: sick
Current Song: Use What I Got by Lucy Woodward

August 2016: 14 books and scripts read

This summer seemed both long and short. This month, I read 14 books and scripts - and Joe Golem: Occult Detective issue #1 by Christopher Golden and Mike Mignola, a new comic spinoff from the novel Joe Golem and the Drowning City, which I really enjoyed. I also re-read Innocence by Jane Mendelsohn, a novel I love and recommend.

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Poetry Friday: August by Mary Oliver

August 26th, 2016 (06:00 am)
optimistic

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Song: So Much Mine by Jonatha Brooke

When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking

of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body

accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among

the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.

- August by Mary Oliver

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Poetry Friday: Breakage by Mary Oliver

August 19th, 2016 (06:00 am)
hopeful

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Song: Hearsay by Jonatha Brooke

I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred -
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It's like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
      full of moonlight.

Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.

- Breakage by Mary Oliver

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Poetry Friday: Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? by Mary Oliver

August 12th, 2016 (06:00 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Clearest Blue by Chvrches

Don't call this world adorable, or useful, that's not it.
It's frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

- the beginning of Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? by Mary Oliver

Read the poem in its entirety.

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Poetry Friday: The Journey by Mary Oliver

August 5th, 2016 (06:00 am)
optimistic

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Song: California Dreamin' by The Mamas and the Papas

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

- The Journey by Mary Oliver

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