I grabbed Victims Of The Latest Dance Craze just because the title seemed interesting. For good measure, I grabbed two more and then we headed for the checkout desk with my three volumes and my granddaughter's picture books.
"Are you a fan of Cornelius Eady?" the librarian asked me?
They were all his books -- my three. I didn't realize that. I told her I was working on an assignment.
But if I were talking to her now, I would say, "Yes, I am."
I had no idea who Cornelius Eady was. Knew nothing about him. Dove into Victims Of The Latest Dance Craze and fell in love. Wasn't expecting that at all.
Here's a bit of "Seduction."
I am never alone in this world.
Here are the famous silhouettes on the
And the reason they embrace:
The romantic ballad on the record player
That spills out of the window
Cracked a third of the way open
And down the block, where everyone else is dreaming
or trying to dream,
Off the walls of the Baptist church,
Off the man who leans on the pharmacy at the corner
waiting for the phone to ring,
Off the empty seats of the ice-cream parlor,
And I could continue but I think you get the idea. He's incredibly talented. And I said "you get the idea" but let me note the end of "Seduction."
It doesn't matter. Tonight, as I watch from above
We all fall in love
As would anyone who crosses the lovers' path
As their shadows glide across the front porches,
Brushing against the stoops,
Too busy to notice they're locked in the beat
Or that a light goes out above their heads.
I just love his use of language. Here he is from "Waffle House Girl" writing about a waitress:
She was slow with our orders, jumbled
The items the way you'd blow a good punchline.
I tore through the collection and loved it. Started on Brutal Imagination but couldn't put it down (and loved it). Which leaves me with The Gathering Of My Name to read tomorrow. (Unless I peak tonight.)
I love coming across a writer I hadn't heard of and discovering someone who really feeds the soul. You can read about Eady at Poets.org. And please read his writing. He's so talented. From "Birthing," "I am in the back of her mind, Not even a notion." (And if you're already a fan of his writing, you beat me to it. Shame on you for not e-mailing me to share your love for his writing!)
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot" for Tuesday: