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Read the foreign and the dead

By Lavinia Greenlaw

I grew up in a house full of books and made my way through the shelves.
There wasn’t much else to do.
I didn’t have a clue who anyone was, so I read poems not poets.
Those who formed me were from mythical places: Eastern Europe (lurking behind the Iron Curtain) and America (lurking behind the album cover and cinema screen).
They took me outside and so I got to see in.

Comments (3)

  • On September 30, 2008 at 8:13 am Ange Mlinko wrote:

    Lavinia Greenlaw, I wish you would write more. Your posts make me feel less alone. — Ange

  • On September 30, 2008 at 8:19 am Joseph Hutchison wrote:

    “Read poems, not poets” is as a good a prescription. I wonder what would become of the current leading lights if we all applied that standard.

  • On September 30, 2008 at 6:33 pm Lbehrendt wrote:

    I doubt they would dim, Joseph.

Posted in Uncategorized on Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 by Lavinia Greenlaw.