On the subject of informed reviewing, I decided to participate a while back in the Blog a Penguin Classic effort, and my randomly chosen book was the complete poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Now, I don’t want to complain too much, as this is certainly easier than some of the other random assignments (can’t remember now who on LT got The Dead Sea Scrolls, but I feel for you). I don’t read a lot of poetry by any means, and know extremely little about it. That said, Coleridge is probably on the easier end of poetry in terms of reviewing in aesthetic terms, which is I expect all I’ll be able to do. And that’s fine. So that’s an upcoming adventure.
I’m in the middle of the latest book in the Canongate Myths series, and I’m not 100% feeling it, so Thursday night I took a bit of a break from it. Proceeding to avoid the Coleridge as well, I picked up one of the only poets I really like, Leonard Cohen. So I will leave you with a weekend poem, “My Room.”
Come down to my room
I was thinking about you
and I made a pass at myself