I didn’t have the chance to read as much as I would have liked to this break, BUT what I did read was grand. For example, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz’s newest book of poetry “Everything is Everything”. HOLY WOW IS IT GREAT. Aptowicz is best known for her slam poetry. Personally, I’ve found that with slam poetry and spoken word– when I don’t like it, I really don’t like it, but when I like it, I really really like it (examples: Andrea Gibson and Taylor Mali) Two years ago I stumbled upon Aptowicz, and I was like omigodyes every time I listened to one of her poems; she instantly fell into the really really like category.
SO. “Everything is Everything” is everything I hoped for. She combined history and science and pop culture and love, and mushed
them all into these claymation poems that are three dimensional and goofy, but also beautiful. I want to post every poem on here and say why I love each one, but that would be long and weird and defeat the purpose of you buying/borrowing the book and reading it
for yourself. So I won’t. But I will quote some of my favorite sections:
Because sometimes the poem punches its way off my tongue, and other times it needs to be dragged out of my ribcage by its hair… Because I have heard poets say things in front of a room full of strangers that made me pulse, made me sweat, made me want to push further, risk everything, be that beautiful. Because sometimes I have felt that beautiful.Because sometimes I have felt ugly too and it was okay. -FOR THE PEOPLE WHO KEEP ASKING ME WHY I’M STILL IN SLAM
But girl, you beautiful brute don’t mistake the knife’s glint for God’s brassy horn, don’t assume that your apocalypse road is the only one, don’t slit every calf’s throat just because you can, just ’cause you’ve got a clean apron and a hungry blade, just ’cause it begs to be done, wriggles in front of you, one less heart beating, one less mouth in the field to worry about. – HOG BUTCHER OF THE WORKSHOP TABLE
This must be why my hand fluttered from my brow to heart to my neck with so much sad electricity this morning, your latest book slouching weak and mournful on my lap, a road map of your broken heart, without you once saying broken without you once saying heart. All your usual wandering, all the cups and spoons and dogs and beds, all the things which once wriggled under your winking eye, now sit heavy in your verse, steeped. You, quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless. Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window, wanting you to know that everything is going to get better and really hoping that it does. -BALLISTIC
Those quotes were too big. I’m sorry. Just read the book so you can be as excited as me. Another thing I want to mention is this: TODAY IS MISS ASHLEY CASSANDRA FORD’S BIRTHDAY. Happy birthday sweet lady! I know I can speak for all the rest of the chicks when I say I am thankful for you and all the beautiful things you do!