Open Letter to Quiet Light
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Francesca Lia Block
Francesca Lia Block, winner of the prestigious Margaret A. Edwards Award, is the author of many acclaimed and bestselling books, including Weetzie Bat; the book collections Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books and Roses and Bones: Myths, Tales, and Secrets; the illustrated novella House of Dolls; the vampire romance novel Pretty Dead; and the gothic werewolf novel The Frenzy. Her work is published around the world.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I received this book as part of the Early Reviewers program in June and only just managed to get around to reading it. I love poetry but I'm very picky about my novels in verse and this one did not live up to my standards. There were some very well-written parts but I felt that most of the novel didn't flow or portray enough for me to get into and enjoy the story told by the poems. A let down.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5An Early Reviewer book.I've long been a fan of Block's, but like her previous novel for Manic D, Quakeland, this collection of poetry seems unfinished and lacking in discipline. There is some gorgeous imagery here, but there is a tendency to reuse metaphors in a way that feels more like laziness than a conscious effort at evoking the cycles of a relationship. It reads like a decent book of poems that could have been much better with revision, which is disappointing. There were, however, several poems I bookmarked in order to return to them later. Overall, it's a decent book, but not worth the hardcover price unless you are a Block completist.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I'm a poetry geek, so I was very excited to receive this book as an early reviewer from LibraryThing. The first thing that drew me in was the gorgeous cover which I can find something new in every time that I look at it. I was really hoping that the poetry inside would offer the same sort of depth.Some did. Poems like "phoenix" and "organic roses" had the sort of depth that I was expecting. Many did not. There were certain images that were reused too much and lost their power by the third reiteration. As a cycle of poetry, it does bring the bare skeleton of the story Block was trying to tell to life. However, it really was left at that, bare bones. The more I read about these two people, the more I wanted to hear poems that fleshed them out more, gave more reasons for her motivations. From the start, it is evident that our narrator is an unreliable one, and only offers up the information that will best suit her case, as we never really find out what it was that caused her love to leave her.Over all, it was an interesting take on a poem cycle that was an easy read to breeze through. It would have resonated with me more if there had been more poems there, again, to give flesh to bones.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Francesca Lia Block has been my author crush since I read Weetzie Bat as a preteen and never looked back. Her lyrical style and euphonious phrases sing my body electric. I love her so much, in fact, that I buy extra copies of her books to cut-up so I can incorporate phrases into collages and decoupaged jewelry boxes and nightstands. As a teen librarian, hers are the first book I recommend to girls who come in with that indefinably wistful look in their eyes, romantics with a taste for fairy tales and mythology. Suffice it to say, I was overjoyed to receive a reviewer’s copy of her new book of poems, Open Letter to Quiet Light. Described as “the rise and demise of a year-long love affair”, the book begins with her traditional images of nature personified, mythological creatures like nymphs and satyrs. Some uncharacteristic rhyming detracted from the flow of the text but Block manages to make even the most mundane things glimmer with magic. There is a definite voyeuristic pleasure to be had in reading these poems, so clearly addressed to a specific individual. Her vulnerability is contagious and painful, insinuating itself under your own skin. The book does indeed journey through a relationship, seesawing with ups and downs, ultimately concluding with a poignant note. This is not a good introduction to Block but is a strong addition to any fan’s collection.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Gorgeous cover, beautiful story told in poetry form -- super-passionate -- Francesca Lia Block dives deep to harvest complicated emotions in this book. It left me feeling happy, sad, wistful and hopeful all at the same time. Wow!
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Open Letter to Quiet Light - Francesca Lia Block
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the satyr found her bathing in a pool
deep at the bottom of a grotto
where she went to lament the broken toxic world
he slipped into the water without a sound
and wrapped his furry legs around her hips
from behind
he whispered with his lips
into her ear
a language she did not understand
pressed his rock
hardness up
against her back
she was not afraid
this was what she had been waiting for
why did it take you so long? she asked him
he rubbed his little beard against her
shoulder
she reached up behind
twisted black curls in her fingertips
tilted back her head
his lips
ragged with lust found her lips
in his rough hands her small exhausted breasts
swelled like honey melons like full moons
then he lifted her
out of the water and carried her to the shore
on his delicate clattering hooves
knelt and thrust into her with the force of his powerful haunches
her body that had once been human
became animals
a brain buzzing like bees
butterfly hands
her heart a beating bird
the cat that purred
between her legs
and then a tiger with a stag
locked in its jaws
who are you? she asked him
and why have you come?
the satyr said a word she did not know
but knew meant look
and out of the earth grew plants with powers
to make tumors shrink and disappear
and rain came down
that smelled of the inner depths
of lilies
it washed away the poisons
and on the banks the children danced
their mouths upturned to the sky
and the satyr in his strange language that she now knew said
the meaning of apocalypse my nymph
my nymph my elemental
is only revelation
first date
in spite of what we had lost
our bodies said yes at the first touch
before our minds felt the fear
or did they say yes because of what we had lost?
abandonment takes many forms
but the need for solace
made us brave
we rolled on the floor with the flowers you'd brought
an unspoken question in your hands
you untied my white dress
sucked on my breasts
you reached up inside and discovered me wet
you said now i can wait because now i know this will be
let me fuck away the pain
suck away the pain
tuck away the pain
let me flick away the pain
lick away the pain
slick away the pain
let me tease the pain
ease the pain
appease the pain
in spite of what i have been through and maybe because of it
let me tell you this
this
is the best time of my life right now
no one can take that away
this is how
i will always
remember it
mother tongue
speak to me in portuguese she said on their first date
it's such a cliché he grumbled
she asked again two months later and he did it
the words spilling
like water over
her burning
abdomen
as he lifted her
t-shirt slowly up
his lips speaking words first
then another silent language
putting his secrets inside of her
portuguese she thinks
lilting throaty throating lilty
milky silken milken silky
the language he'd used as a child
she tries to imagine him with his round-brown eyes
and curly lashes his lanky body
it's hard to see him without the goatee sideburns
but his lips must have been the same
full and brooding
the mother
tongue
she thinks
words and emotions
suddenly one
a part of him she hadn't seen yet
full of tender confidence steadfast longing
if she had a secret language
one he didn't understand
she would speak of babies and his beauty
but she doesn't she can only moan
and write poetry she doesn't show him
later she cups her young son's face in her hands
it feels smaller and softer than she remembered it
after the bearded large one she'd held no less tenderly
as he whispered his mystery
bleed
i want to bleed and cry on you
from the ducts from the gash gushing
all my stress and sorrow
but every day i restrain myself
staunch the flow with a tiny white pill
bleed privately on my walks in yoga therapy
on the phone to friends
or profusely on the page
the keyboard
forming patterns
peonies and dragons
but when you are inside of me i can't help it
tears and blood spill from my thighs
i only hope that love transforms pain
like poetry
sexualicity
i thought something was wrong with me
for wanting to make love all the time and have six babies
it's only a problem if you don't have someone you adore
to fuck
the doctor who delivered my two asked me if i was done
i made a sound that meant i should be but i'm not
he said your ovaries are perfect
and that women my age come to him all the time trying to get pregnant
i told him to shut up
i wanted to call you on the way home and ask you to come over after work
even though we've both decided
sublimation is the way to go
i've had this fantasy since i was a little girl
of an old white house with green trim lots of windows and a terraced garden
i am wearing tight faded jeans a white cotton shirt and high-heeled boots
there is a man working in the other room
sitting at a