I recently finished Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse by Anne Carson. Thanks to Lauren for recommending it. Carson has been one of my favorite poets for a several years because of her incredible book The Beauty of the Husband and her long poem The Glass Essay, and this work is just as penetrating and inspiring as her others. Here are a few of my favorite lines from AoR:
"He met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches.
They were two superior eels
at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics."
"He could feel the house of sleepers
around him like loaves on shelves"
"He had been here before, dangling
inside the word she like a trinket at a belt"
"Geryon
caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong."
"Giant ribs of rain"
"Geryon's life entered a numb time, caught between the tongue and the taste"
"Geryon's
body formed one arch of a cry"
"Pulling his body after him
like a soggy mattress"
"In the midst of his yellow beard
was a pink mouth small as a nipple"
"The petals of their colognes rose around them in a light terror"
"Herakles liked to make love in the morning like a sleepy bear
taking the lid off a jar of honey"
"a man as beautiful as a live feather"
"The voice flowed out like a fragrance
released in rain"
I know it's not a Monday, but these are some killer prompts, if I do say so myself.
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