Day 10, Bill Callahan has got poetry

Well, I have only written half of a sentence that didn't make any particular sense today, BUT, it was not a complete bust for a few reasons.

First of all, I reencountered Rilke, and find myself, again, in love with a dead writer. Thanks to Book People for letting me wander around with a book of his selected poetry without purchasing it.

Second, and this was the reason I was in Book People in the first place this afternoon, I had the pleasure of listening Bill Callahan read again from his "Letters to Emma Bowlcut". He started in the middle this time- very little introduction (except for the wonderfully awkward "I never know if I should do an introduction or not- I've never been to a reading in my life"), four or five of the letters from the book, and then he says thanks and plops himself down to sign books. The whole episode was simple, awkward, and utterly charming. I love hesitant readings, as if the reader has a rhythm and an akwardness in their words that is unique to their mind, and the listener can't quite catch and hold onto it.
Also, I get all shaky when I look Bill in the eyes. This has happened before, and is very uncomfortable.

So Bill has got some poetry, and so does Rilke, and hopefully tomorrow I'll wax a little poetical myself- happy national poetry month day ten!