Poetry about Books
#books
Poetry about books, here you'll find poems about, or inspired by, books. Poems about the power of words and books to influence, move and inspire. Poetry by avid readers of books and those for whom a book, or books, have had a profound influence over their life, and their writing.
A Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliffe (1790)
a book review
This one was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Ann Radcliffe is one of the earliest Gothic writers, after Horace Walpole’s Castle of Otranto and before MG Lewis with The Monk (which she denounced as too violent). To my mind she’s a better novelist than either, and although I knew I’d enjoy the atmosphere that she creates, what surprised me on returning to A Sicilian Romance is how much I enjoyed the plot. Her characters are notedly one-dimensional and her storytelling tends towards soap opera, with all its romantic intrigues, near escapes, improbable twists,...
This one was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Ann Radcliffe is one of the earliest Gothic writers, after Horace Walpole’s Castle of Otranto and before MG Lewis with The Monk (which she denounced as too violent). To my mind she’s a better novelist than either, and although I knew I’d enjoy the atmosphere that she creates, what surprised me on returning to A Sicilian Romance is how much I enjoyed the plot. Her characters are notedly one-dimensional and her storytelling tends towards soap opera, with all its romantic intrigues, near escapes, improbable twists,...
#books
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Authorship
It can’t ‘ave been ol’ Willy Shakes,
‘e’s just a commoner;
it must ‘ave been the Oxford Earl,
‘im what’s uptight and proper.
Ol’ Mister ‘Speare can shake ‘is will
as much as ‘e shakes ‘is willy,
to impute genius to sons
of glove-makers is still silly.
‘e’s just a commoner;
it must ‘ave been the Oxford Earl,
‘im what’s uptight and proper.
Ol’ Mister ‘Speare can shake ‘is will
as much as ‘e shakes ‘is willy,
to impute genius to sons
of glove-makers is still silly.
#books
#historical
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If I Have A Junk Drawer
I don't
know if I
have a
junk drawer. But if
I do, it would be
filled with a bunch of
vintage
comic books
I have.
know if I
have a
junk drawer. But if
I do, it would be
filled with a bunch of
vintage
comic books
I have.
#books
#dialogue
#art
#nostalgia
#nonfiction
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From Parallels to Present: Rules and Regulations of Detective Fiction
an essay
Spoilers for
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (major)
The Moonstone (minor)
In an October 2023 article for The Times, restaurant critic and columnist Giles Coren related his experience of reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie (1926) to his young children, one chapter a night for about a month. Despite referring to “the drear clunk of the prose and “characterisation” based mostly on clothes, accents and facial twitches,” Coren describes his and his family’s enjoyment of the detective elements. That is until the solution is...
Spoilers for
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (major)
The Moonstone (minor)
In an October 2023 article for The Times, restaurant critic and columnist Giles Coren related his experience of reading The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie (1926) to his young children, one chapter a night for about a month. Despite referring to “the drear clunk of the prose and “characterisation” based mostly on clothes, accents and facial twitches,” Coren describes his and his family’s enjoyment of the detective elements. That is until the solution is...
#books
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the awful current
books I’ve read in the past
and would like to read anew
are many is the time I’ve thought
so why don’t you, she asked?
oh, the latest review ..
and would like to read anew
are many is the time I’ve thought
so why don’t you, she asked?
oh, the latest review ..
#books
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Transparent Ink
The inflated empty balloons
They come onto the stage
Under the limelight craze
They know deeply that rage
Is merely a delible glaze
Once the real sun will blaze
And the sheen leaves no trace
Of a misty fame that daze
Hollow space will take its place
The core that has been hid
Behind a blinding glossy shield
Will melt down like the wax
And let show the real facts
Some mystery is only game
Some history grant no fame
When fake drives the sick
Whose sanity is on...
They come onto the stage
Under the limelight craze
They know deeply that rage
Is merely a delible glaze
Once the real sun will blaze
And the sheen leaves no trace
Of a misty fame that daze
Hollow space will take its place
The core that has been hid
Behind a blinding glossy shield
Will melt down like the wax
And let show the real facts
Some mystery is only game
Some history grant no fame
When fake drives the sick
Whose sanity is on...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
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One and Done
Writers are not very interesting.
There’ll always be another one.
What’s important is what they make,
what in their mediocrity’s been done.
There’ll always be another one.
What’s important is what they make,
what in their mediocrity’s been done.
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #art
#WritingPoetry #art
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That book
An I ain't even like that book
Fuck that cover, that first page
Fuck that line that pulled me in
Made me grin and made me stay
Fuck that storyline
The one that weirdly mirrored mine
Fuck them words that made me
Want to hold it by the spine
And read, and read, and read
And trace my fingers across my favorite lines
Made me think of new things,
Countless times, and question myself
And made me never want to
Put it back on the shelf
Fuck feeling heaven in all the pages that I snagged for my wealth
A differently described...
Fuck that cover, that first page
Fuck that line that pulled me in
Made me grin and made me stay
Fuck that storyline
The one that weirdly mirrored mine
Fuck them words that made me
Want to hold it by the spine
And read, and read, and read
And trace my fingers across my favorite lines
Made me think of new things,
Countless times, and question myself
And made me never want to
Put it back on the shelf
Fuck feeling heaven in all the pages that I snagged for my wealth
A differently described...
#love
#books
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ain’t just how it looks
it hardly matters to
the government
if a local library in a suburban town closes down
in the basement the librarian is crying what the hell happens to
the books,
what the hell happens
to the books ..
the government
if a local library in a suburban town closes down
in the basement the librarian is crying what the hell happens to
the books,
what the hell happens
to the books ..
#books
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BOOK REVIEW The End of Alice by AM Homes (1996)
I read this one because it’s featured on many BookTuber’s “disturbing books” list. It’s certainly… an experience. My feelings about The End of Alice are extremely mixed. On the positive side, it’s written with a literary prose style that’s engaging if you have an ear for language, and I was intrigued enough by the story and characters to keep reading to see how they ended up. However, some elements as well as the overall approach felt far too derivative of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov – perhaps understandable, given that it’s the most iconic novel to deal with this subject matter – while...
#books
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novel...
A wonderful
and
an infatuated
novel
which has
never been read
which has
only been caressed
which has
not been carved
which is
real white
which is
ready to give delight
which is
smooth like glass
which is
hot like flask
which is
full of mystery
and magic....
and
an infatuated
novel
which has
never been read
which has
only been caressed
which has
not been carved
which is
real white
which is
ready to give delight
which is
smooth like glass
which is
hot like flask
which is
full of mystery
and magic....
#erotic
#books
#WritingPoetry
382 reads
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Addiction
The vice crawls across a table,
finds a crack in a wood-silled window,
pauses, waits, catches flies.
We've all got one, or five,
though there's something kindred
in the ones that are inevitably self-defeating.
The ones that collapse in on themselves,
like a root after Autumnal hollowing.
I watch my Grandmother along the North Sea
eat her wars into an oblivion,
suck the fingers of those who bruised her,
bury the heart so deeply,
no one could find it's wings,
so pressures become physical rather than mental,
for...
finds a crack in a wood-silled window,
pauses, waits, catches flies.
We've all got one, or five,
though there's something kindred
in the ones that are inevitably self-defeating.
The ones that collapse in on themselves,
like a root after Autumnal hollowing.
I watch my Grandmother along the North Sea
eat her wars into an oblivion,
suck the fingers of those who bruised her,
bury the heart so deeply,
no one could find it's wings,
so pressures become physical rather than mental,
for...
#books
#tobacco
#food #addiction
#food #addiction
314 reads
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