Not Done

I'm not done with it. In fact I've only just begun it but this book has been a fun read so far. It's not a light read really. Likely not on the typical "just for fun" reading list for most.

It's really not a book to read unless you want to think about words. A lot. And the way it makes you think about them might drive you a little bonkers. Unless, like me, you're already there.

The author, Ms. Susan Wooldridge, who hypothesizes that her surname, "must have come from the image of lambs on a ridge," invites her readers into her head. A bit of a scary place, but one I'm learning that's not very dissimilar from my own. A little scattered perhaps but wondrously purposed.

Probably why I was attracted to the book when I came upon it in Borders a few months ago. Something about the title resonated with me. POEMCRAZY. "Why, yes, I think I am!" I thought out loud as I wrote down the isbn to get it cheaper from half.com. I was in the library in April (national poetry month) and there it was, displayed just for me to take home.

I feel like a cheater when I choose a book by the cover. The age-old adage about judging books by their outsides is certainly no way I'd want my writing selected. But on this one
there is a woman
leaping with ideas stuck
in her boss hat
that sails on the colorless wall
behind her head for the
want in her hand
she'd never taste settled
with squinty eyes that can't quite tell
where she'll end up

And when a cover of a book tells you all that after only reading one chapter, I'd have to say outsides and insides match up pretty well. If not the book shell and guts, than I guess I feel like my own are in good order. Let me assure you that I am having fun with this not-done book. And I, for one, I think it’s going to be a fun read.

I don’t quite care
what anyone’s funky haired
ice cream eating, orange-tailed,
horn-lobbing Frester
says about it
to anyone

I have a feeling it’s going to be very good for me.