I hate poetry. I'm really bad at it, and I have no patience for it. When I start reading it, I stop almost immediately because I don't understand it. Sleeping With the Dictionary was no exception. Well, it was kind of an exception. I read All She Wrote and I thought this poetry book would be different. I really liked this one because I related to it on some level. When I am put into social situations (like all of life), I usually end up doing something weird. Or, in the case of teachers, I usually abuse their trust in my character by turning in assignments late or not at all. I try really hard not to, but it always happens. I'm not an awful person, so when I screw things up, I apologize for them. My apologies, however, usually come out sounding like excuses, and that's what this poem sounds like to me. It sounds like a lot of apologetic excuses. And I guess I relate to that because I'm a sorry excuse for a person. Ha.
I thought I had good momentum after the next entry, but I hit a wall when I got to Any Lit. I hated it because I didn't understand why she thought it was a poem. I understood that the first part of the sentences started with a yoo sound because they started with the word "you"and the second parts started with an em sound because they started with the word "me." I suppose I understand its inclusion in retrospect. Ask Aden is my favorite because it was simple, I'm a simple girl, and it doesn't take much to entertain me. It reminded me of being a kid with a kind of wide-eyed wonder.
The book lost me at Black Nikes. I got frustrated because after such smooth sailing, I didn't immediately understand this one. It didn't help that when I skipped it, I encountered Blah-Blah. And every entry after it seemed to have a more ambiguous meaning than the last. I put the book down and I found out that she was an older lady. I tend to have more patience for older people because I respect their their experiences and hardships, and I think patience is the very least that they deserve. After reading the interview,with her, I picked the book back up, and I'm glad that I did because some were funny (Kamasutra Sutra), some hit home for ineffable reasons (Eurydice), and some were insightful (Exploring the Dark Continent). I think I"m better for reading these even though, for the most part, the meanings still elude me.
