Books?

I run out of books to read so fast, and this makes me sad. It seems every time I get a new one, I've read it within the next couple days. Then I don't know what to get next. Magazines? Nah. I need an infinite supple of reading material within grasp at all times. I need books to fall into my lap on call. Anyone have any suggestions for what to read next before I result to the cookbooks across the table??

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My throat is sore, but there are a lot of good things happening right now. My life is coming into full circle, and I think I see it. I understand what the Chinese say about spirals and how God does answer prayers, again and again and again and again. I'm hesitant about saying here what is going on because I feel if I form the words, if I give them a body, everything will crumble and turn to dust, then I'll be back to emptyhandedness. I've seen this happen so many times. Though, I'm so excited I can't contain; I want to shout REALLY loud. One good thing I can say is that there are lots of ponies for me to ride now. So I have something fun to do during the day. And I feel this is my practice in life, helping ponies. Learning from them what it is to be raw and truthful. Also, I have nothing else to say and I want a potters wheel to make my own cups. I'm adamant and difficult about it.

But if you could lend me your prayers...

Were our mouths as full of song

as the sea,

and our tongue as full of joyous song
as its multitude of waves,

and our lips as full of praise
as the breadth of the heavens,

and our eyes as brilliant
as the sun and the moon,

and our hands as outspread
as eagles of the sky

and our feet as swift as hinds -

we still could not thank You sufficiently Hashem,

our God, and God of our forefathers,

and to bless Your Name for

even one

of the

thousand thousand, thousands of thousands

and myriad myriads

of favors that You performed

for our ancestors and for us

from the NISHMAT

a prayer before purification

in the Ritual Bath's (Mikvah)

The White Cosmonaut

by Jeremy Geddes

I gleam and cry at this.

May 4th, 2010

Yesterday was my resurrection day. It was a good resurrection day. I bought an orchid, I wrote a poem, and on the back of a vespa going down Berry's Knob at the sunset, I saw my life was magical. I even said so.

My bowl is empty. But it's my bowl, you see, and I love it.

All of us, all of us, all of us

trying to save

our immortal souls, some ways

seemingly more round-

about and mysterious

than others. We're having

a good time here. But hope

all will be revealed soon.

Excerpt from "Zurich"

Raymond Carver

I am in love with this man. It is a very, very profound love.

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It is thundering outside;

Today is a good day,

despite...

I am trying again. A man has to begin

over and over- to try to think and feel

only in a very limited field, the house on the street,

the man at the corner drug store.

--Sherwood Anderson, from a letter

I'm here in the house. And I want to try again.

You, of all people, Anderson, can understand.