My current reading pile:
Little Girls in Church (Kathleen Norris), The Paintings of Our Lives (Grace Schulman), The Wild Iris (Louise Gluck), Quilting (Lucille Clifton), Journey (Kathleen Norris). All poetry collections, plucked from the $1 book table at the main library. I’m currently in the middle of the first Norris book. I’m finding it particularly frustrating so far, because she has these absolute gems of moments tucked in amongst swaths of very didactic or tired language. I want to go through with a red pen and just cut away all of the editorializing her speakers do. Leave me with all of your gorgeous imagery and resonant scene-painting, and intriguing characters, and get rid of all that other stuff, please! It’s not doing any service to the great talent that you clearly have! Sigh.
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In other news, I actually packed a bento today. On Wednesdays, I have class from 6:00-8:30 and I’ve discovered that neither the eating-before-class thing (too rushed), nor the eating-after-class thing (I get too hungry!) work – so I’ll be bringing bento from now on:
Contents: cold somen noodles tossed in sesame oil and pepper, pork & veggie jiao xie, carrots, cucumber flowers (more hidden under the jiao xie), Kasugai grape gummy, individual-sized packet of Chinese dried fish & almond snack, soy sauce in the piggy.
Not pictured: single-sized bottle of “simply orange” orange juice.