This is the first week that I haven’t finished reading any book of poetry, and there are several reasons for this.
First was an influx of new books (and not just poetry) that I bought last week during Sixth Chamber’s last week of business, which swamped my TBR pile.
Second was two long nonfiction books I’m reading, both engrossing; one of which I’m sprinting through the last 100 pages. I have therefore been juggling the two to the exclusion of poetry.
Third was that I’m trying to finish several poems of my own which are still in draft, and I’ve been finding it hard to read poetry while also trying to write it. (This isn’t always true for me, but it has been recently, for whatever reason.)
Last was the death on Friday of WS Merwin, which meant any other reading was put on hold as I pulled my Merwin off the shelf to revisit his work.