Saturday, September 15, 2012

this cracked me up

“You know, there are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn't one of them. I mean, so what if two roads go two ways in a wood? So what? Who cares if it made all that big a difference? What difference? And why should I have to guess what the difference is? Isn't that what he's supposed to say?

Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?”

(Brooks Sherman gave it five stars 
so I hope to steal his copy soon)


Michael Seese said...

I think it would be apropos to repeat a comment I made to you on another social networking platform.

"Brevity is the soul of a twit."

Keisha Martin said...

Thanks for the link Janet, the book sounds amazing from the description of the book the book got plenty of five star reviews,I have to agree with one GR reviewer the cover does the book no justice but I will have to read the book to make that final judgement, the excerpt you included the voice was what got me, it was so quirky yet resonated with me during my quiet moments I too ponder odd things.

Angelica R. Jackson said...

I picked this up before the LA SCBWI conference since Gary Schmidt was speaking there. And was absolutely blown away by it. Lots of my nieces and nephews will be getting this one for Christmas.

Jill Ann Fryklund said...

It was another lazy Sunday barbecue for Bob. The game was on and the wings were hot. As the tender meat grilled, Bob cooked his own butt in a nearby Jacuzzi. Delighted by the sun and with a sudsy laager, he relaxed and swooned the sky with his personal marvel.

Then it came down. It flew like a capsuled, blackened, giant Tylenol gone bad, an alien excuse for mechanical menace, a wayward, leaking pontoon and a cartooned failing bug. Still it puttered, spat and lowered to rest by the dog house. Bob’s eyes burst and he farted bubbles.

TeresaR said...

Andrew Harwell mentioned this book at the May IN-SCBWI conference I went to so I had to read it, was AMAZING!

I felt the same tingly sensation of OMGness reading OKAY FOR NOW as I did when I first read Hemingway's short, "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place." Totally. Loved.