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)
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?”
Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?”
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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.
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Andrew Harwell mentioned this book at the May IN-SCBWI conference I went to so I had to read it, and...it was AMAZING!
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