From my list of books that I read, I take a look at five intimidating stories for Top 5 Wednesday [a Goodreads book meme]. My take on “intimidating” does not necessary fall under the thickness of the text but how tedious or slow building the plot flow or character development feels.
Let us dive into it:
5. Selected Poetry by Derek Walcott
A few poems stacked into one for English Literature that I just could not get my head around and it reflected on my grades at that time. It did not help that the poet is from my country and he wrote on topics reflecting his experiences and life in the West Indies. I am trained to analyse and interpret but every time I attempted to tackle some of the poems I failed miserably. In turn, I grew to dislike Walcott’s poetry and a block matured. It was not until last year that I saw some faint hope in understanding.
4. Romance Of Lust by Anonymous
A story which falls under my few ‘Did Not Finish’ reads because I could not cope with following a plot with no motive but merely a book porn version. It is an extreme erotica which did not make any sense.
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The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
by Derek Walcott
Post 5: National Poetry Month
I will admit that I have struggled with Derek’s
poetry from my days at A ‘Level. I fear I set up a mental block to all his work, giving away a copy of the only text I owned of his work with ease. When I thought of dedicating April for poetry posts round the 1st, he immediately came to mind but I dismiss the idea. However, last week I felt that nudge that I could not deny, so I went through some notes, here and there. Voilà, I found his poem ‘Love After Love’ and my heart melted, I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. I read the words so many times in my head and out loud, that I became seeing a physical scene: Me and Life loving each other. Sigh