When you’re two and a half years into an enormous reading project, the last thing you want to do is take on even more reading, right?
Um. Actually, that’s exactly what I want.
It’s the start of a new year, and I’ve set myself a New Year’s reading resolution – yes, aside from continuing this blog, and participating in the Australian Women Writers Challenge.
I started Book to the Future to help me fill in some of the huge gaps in my reading. And it’s working! Over the past two and a half years, I’ve discovered novels that have changed the way I think – novels that make me wonder how I was even alive before I’d read them.
But there’s still a whopping great big problem. A gaping hole in my reading so shameful, I’m rather reluctant to admit it.
I know next to nothing about poetry.
Poetry makes me feel stupid. While I soak up novels in the same way a sponge absorbs water, there are few poets I’ve taken to in the same way. Poetry is like glass. Though I try, I can’t find anywhere to grab hold of it – my fingers slide against the words and I make a hasty retreat back to the safety and familiarity of a book.
This year, I’m planning to get to know poetry a little better. The only problem? I don’t know where, or even how, to start. So – readers of poetry – I’m asking for your help…
Assume I know nothing; that I’ve read nothing – which, honestly, isn’t all that far from the truth. I won’t mention the names of the few poets I do enjoy, however, needless to say, most of them are also novelists. I’m eager to start again, and I could use all the advice I can get.
Old poems, new poems…what are your favourites? Which poems do you have sticky-taped to the wall beside your desk? How did you start reading poetry? Is reading poetry a skill you’ve acquired, or does it just come to you naturally?
I’m not planning to blog about poetry. I don’t have the tools or the words for that. This is a personal project, my attempt to address an absence I’ve felt for so long.
So tell me – where should I begin?