These books I’ve traveled with, many I’ve known longer than most friends. They are, indeed, cold but intimate friends. Good company when the world feels rattled and roughed up. I’ve always loved the magic of reading, of going into the mind and onto the universe's outer reaches on nothing more than words. These platforms are for ideas, places, music, and vision. So I take these books with me, fewer than more, for their quality counsel and enlivening entertainment. But like psychopomps or recording angels, they are and always have been a steadfast company on the fast ride of life. I read slowly, and I absorb.
I love Patti Smith’s writing. It’s honest and beautiful. I love how she brings the beauty of her songwriting, the attention to language and sound, to her prose writing. And never to the diminishment of the story; in fact, most people might not even notice it, which is even more artful.
The beauty of Smith’s language simply makes the dream of the story more vivid. You enter a world reading this book. Or better yet, you time-travel and soul-jump into Patti Smith’s life with Robert Maplethorpe. But beyond the beauty of the writing is the humanity, the compassion and intelligence of Smith’s thoughts!
I know she helped Sam Shepard finish his manuscript for The Spy of the 1st Person, as he was dying of ALS, and I don’t think he would have trusted many others to do that. I can’t imagine anyone better to read at the end of the world.
“Reading rocker Smith’s account of her relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, it’s hard not to believe in fate. How else to explain the chance encounter that threw them together, allowing both to blossom? Quirky and spellbinding.” -- People
It was the summer Coltrane died, the summer of love and riots, and the summer when a chance encounter in Brooklyn led two young people on a path of art, devotion, and initiation.
Patti Smith would evolve as a poet and performer, and Robert Mapplethorpe would direct his highly provocative style toward photography. Bound in innocence…
A book with this title for an End of the World reading list? I want this one in the stack! Why? First of all, it’s poetry. Wait, it’s prose. It’s poetry and prose! I love those writers who wriggle out of the straight-jacket of the genre, and Simic’s book is just that: a mind-adventure.
I devour these little dream nuggets as if they were communion wafers. I love the way these movie-poems train the mind for the big adventure! The bardo might just be a little easier to traverse after a good read through the flash pieces in Simic’s book.
“One of the truly imaginative writers of our time.” —Los Angles Times Book Review
You never know what Charles Simic is up to until you reach the end of the line or the bottom of the paragraph. Waiting for you might be a kiss. Or a bludgeon. A smile at the absurdities of society, or a wistful, grim memory of World War II.
He puns, pulls pranks. He can be jazzy and streetwise. Or cloak himself in antiquity.
Charles Simic has new eyes, and in these wonderful poems and poems-in-prose he lets us…
On the run from her abusive husband, Kyra Smith hits the road. Destination unknown. With a dog she rescued in tow, she lands in the peaceful California mountain town of Gold Creek and is immediately befriended by an openhearted group of women who call themselves the Tattooed Ladies. They’re there…
The world may be ending, but something will come in its place. How to see it? How do I engage the senses to feel my way into that next world? Mary Oliver!
Her book is a practice on presence, a workshop on vision and perception. The natural world is a much more quietly exploding landscape of magic after looking through Mary Oliver’s eyes. It’s personal as skin and universal as wonder. I return to it to breathe, to eat. When all the rest has run out, I head Upstream.
One of O, The Oprah Magazine's Ten Best Books of the Year
The New York Times bestselling collection of essays from beloved poet, Mary Oliver.
"There's hardly a page in my copy of Upstream that isn't folded down or underlined and scribbled on, so charged is Oliver's language . . ." -Maureen Corrigan, NPR's Fresh Air
"Uniting essays from Oliver's previous books and elsewhere, this gem of a collection offers a compelling synthesis of the poet's thoughts on the natural, spiritual and artistic worlds . . ." -The New York Times
Where do you go when all the political and social circuses have taken the last ounce of energy you can muster? Mountains and Rivers! This is where my book began. In fact, I can still see the cherry blossoms that fell into the central book margin while I read the twisting, turning, makes-meaning-in-any-direction-you-read “Star Guage” by Su Hui.
What mind conceived this brilliance? And West Cove on Orcas Island became miraculously superimposed by the natural world of Wu Wei! The Chinese poets opened a door, and now there’s no going back. The only way forward is The Cabin at the End of the World. Create it! Read it!
With this groundbreaking collection, translated and edited by the renowned poet and translator David Hinton, a new generation will be introduced to the work that riveted Ezra Pound and transformed modern poetry. The Chinese poetic tradition is the largest and longest continuous tradition in world literature, and this rich and far-reaching anthology of nearly five hundred poems provides a comprehensive account of its first three millennia (1500 BCE-1200 CE), the period during which virtually all of its landmark developments took place. Unlike earlier anthologies of Chinese poetry, Hinton's book focuses on a relatively small number of poets, providing selections that…
Brother. Do. You. Love. Me. is a true story of brotherly love overcoming all. Reuben, who has Down's syndrome, was trapped in a care home during the pandemic, spiralling deeper into a non-verbal depression. From isolation and in desperation, he sent his older brother Manni a text, "brother. do. you.…
Isn’t this your journey? Home receding farther away the harder you reach after it? I can read this book repeatedly and never feel tired, like I’m covering well-worn ground. How is that? I start the book, and before I know it, I am on the waters, in the cave, longing for home. Aren’t we all? I love it for its language (translated, alas).
Robert Fitzgerald was a great start! But I recently fell in love with Robert Fagle's more American-style version: “The sun sank, the roads of the world grew dark.” At the end of the world, it’s good to remember that the journey never ends. Even when you do get home, a poet is waiting to glorify your boredom and remind you that it’s far more delicious “to shine in use!”
Homer's best-loved and most accessible poem, recounting the great wandering of Odysseus during his ten-year voyage back home to Ithaca, after the Trojan War. A superb new verse translation, now published in trade paperback, before the standard Penguin Classic B format.
My book is perfect for end-of-the-world reading. It offers an unflinching but often humorous look at the world around us after so much chaos: pandemics and political and financial upheavals! If you want a book that makes sense of the madness of the early 21st century while offering fun, dreamy journeys for the mind, this should be at the top of your reading list.
From short poems that drop-kick you into the phantasmic realm of dirty surrealism to longer poems that take you deeper into the psyche of a culture face-front to a Kanagawa wave of change, this book is a high-charged, kaleidoscopic ride through the landscape of the dream that is America.
Adventures in the Radio Trade documents a life in radio, largely at Canada's public broadcaster. It's for people who love CBC Radio, those interested in the history of Canadian Broadcasting, and those who want to hear about close encounters with numerous luminaries such as Margaret Atwood, J. Michael Straczynski, Stuart…
James Malloy is a ferry captain--or used to be, until he was unceremoniously fired and replaced by a "girl" named Courtney Farris. Now, instead of piloting Brenton Island’s daily lifeline to the glitzy docks of Newport, Rhode Island, James spends his days beached, bitter, and bored.
