Fulfilling my obligations to my long-neglected TBR one book a time. Want to know why? I explain it in the first post here. Posting striking lines daily on BlueSky and Instagram

What is the difference between a poem and a really long sentence, broken? That is the question I found myself asking daily as I read this book. At first I thought its resistance to have a line or two isolated and shared on social media was my failing. Is this daily reading project of mine inherently reductive? An over-simplification? Was I trying to read onto the text something that wasn’t there? Am I just not a sophisticated enough reader?

There are a couple of instances in this book where I felt a glimmer of connection, but only a couple. And thinking about it, I don’t even know when or where or how this book came into my life. It is one of those rarest of poetry books, a hard cover. It was published by Random House, one of the majorest or the majors, so it must be really good, right?

I guess it was bound to happen at some point during this year. It is not often that I invoke the Reader’s Bill of Rights, but I’m going to move this one to the sell/donate pile. Not everything is for everyone. This project, this blog, this writing is a way for me to exercise creativity daily without worrying about audience or any external expectations. I am going to take this next week off. Set the structure aside and see where my brain goes on its own before coming back to the final few weeks of the year.

This is what is driving my creativity this/next week, the ability to lie fallow.