Saturday, March 01, 2008

Read this now.

This Sunday's NY Times Magazine's Lives Essay: Frances Richey's "Inventory," a poem for her son in Iraq.

3 comments:

Bette said...

Wow. Thank you.

Lee Anne said...

Wow. Just, wow.

prophet said...

I confess: I didn't read this until Lee Anne also pointed it out (giving due credit to you, of course) but added the words: "It must be read by as many people as possible."

She left out the word: "poem". Sometimes (and I really hate to say this) I just don't make the time for a "poem". . . .

But somehow, this wasn't a poem, it was life - raw, bloody, but breathing (and crying). Strong - wierdly. Very powerful.

I think I've read too much rhymey shit that calls itself poetry and have gotten confused. Clearly, I needed a bit of a slap.

Thanks! I needed that. . . .