Friday, August 19, 2011

Poet of the Week: Richard Siken

Scheherazade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
Until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Five Favorite Albums

Afterglow, Sarah McLachlan
The Reminder, Feist
Tropical Brainstorm, Kirsty MacColl
Hopes and Fears, Keane
Amarantine, Enya

Other good albums:

Fumbling Toward Ecstasy, Sarah McLachlan
Acadie, Daniel Lanois
Picaresque, The Decemberists
Woman King, Iron and Wine
The Crane Wife, The Decemberists
The Village (soundtrack), James Newton Howard
Harry and the Potters and the Power of Love, Harry and the Potters
Dive, Sarah Brightman
All of the Lord of the Rings soundtracks, Howard Shore
The Suburbs, Arcade Fire

Mostly, I just like making lists, so I did. Also, I'd love to know what your five favorite albums are too.

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