So, one day in the mail, this little green book arrived. Poetry?
Who reads poetry these days?
Oh, I know. Guy Clark does. He says this in one of my favourite of his songs:
‘Here’s a book of poems I got
From a girl I used to know
I guess I read it front to back
Fifty times or so
It’s all about the good life
And stayin’ at ease with the world
It’s funny how I love that book
And I never loved that girl‘
Then I went to London, where I met @elaine4queen and this is a photo of her upon first seeing my copy of Out of True. As good as it is, it’s even better with a cuppa.
Then there was sleeping and such…upon awakening, it turned out Poppet ‘ad been readin’ a bit of poetry on her own while I wasn’t looking. How twee is that, innit?
Here’s where our Elaine finally takes a gander at the ol’ book itself. She’s awestruck. ‘That’s some top shelf poetry there, I tell you what!’ I hear her exclaim.
Then later I was in another café in London and I met this lovely couple from Edinburgh. Although I had my copy of Out of True with me, we didn’t talk about it. There’s no real reason for me to include this photo…I just liked them.
Here’s a photo of the book and my copy of Myrtle Takes Tea in the same café that I was with the Scottish couple.
And finally, a photo of the book on a pile of money with a baritone ukulele. Because it’s my damned blog and I can do whatever I want here.
Before I forget: the poet is Amy Durant. She’s a friend. A good poet, but an exceptional friend. You can read her daily musings at Lucy’s Football (lucysfootball.com), and although her posts are long and rambling and often have only a very thin connection to reality, she’s that sort of writer you should keep an eye on.
She’s going somewhere – that Amy Durant. Those crazy eyes? ALL. THE. CAPS. She’s going somewhere, for reals. Luckily, she’s promised to take us with her.
Amy’s book went all the way to London? FANCY. It’s an international hit now!
Awww, all the bon vivantery with Amy’s book!
I love this post.
I can’t believe BOTH of you kept this secret. You are TRICKY. And also Elaine! And Poppet! ALL of you kept this secret! (I’m most impressed with Poppet’s secret-keeping. Dogs are notoriously loose-lipped. Good job, Poppet!)
So I was at work, and I had this five-minute break, and I saw this and I was all, “what is this?” and then I cried. RIGHT AT WORK. This is just…I can’t even. This is fantastic.
If I’m exceptional, it’s only because I’m trying to live up to your exceptionalness. That’s not a word. I don’t even care. Poets can make up words, if we want to. It’s a thing we can do. It says so on my Poet’s Membership Society card. What, you other poets don’t have one? Huh. Guess I’m just special, then.
Thank you. I got to bon vivant with you. That’s – yeah. Thank you. So much.
I can’t believe I got this book on Kindle. How will I display it properly? Worse… what if I meet Amy, and I have NOTHING for her to sign? I wonder if she would sign my Kindle.
She will. She will sign almost anything. She is very accomodating like that.
Or even accommodating, which is less poorly-spelled.