Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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This review is part of the Green Books campaign
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I'd like to say that I fearlessly tackled the idea of reviewing a book of poetry. The truth would be that I was a little terrified. I know real poets. I'm not one of them. I know real writers and real literary reviewers and I'm not one of them. What do I know about poetry? I should not have worried. I'm listening to Ruth Forman on NPR as I write this, looking for inspiration. Her smoky voice eases my worries like a cool, wet washcloth to a fever. Ruth Forman somehow transcends racial lines and even literary ones, to make her material accessible even to the mama sitting in front of this screen. Especially to this mama. "What's a woman without good stories?" Forman asks in one piece. "Stories make her know which step a good step."
I read the book in a single sitting. Then I read it again. And again. Forman divides her book into four sections covering love, politics, family and religion. Each section resonates with her sturdy but soulful voice. I feel grounded and lifted at the same time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
Thank you to the Green Books Campaign and Eco-libris for bringing me Ruth Forman and reminding me to find a place where I can sit and eat good stories. Isn't that why I blog? I'll end with one of Forman's pieces that really spoke to me and my every-day life. In the midst of my eating, breathing, diapering, feeding, laundering, comforting of tears-ing and general daily junk that tends to get me down, this piece lifts me up and reminds me, especially, of my commitment to a "barefoot" life.
Unload your burdens, kick your shoes off, and wear your prayers, instead.
If I Forget to Dance
If i forget to dance
yes if i forget to dance
take my hand
lead me to the polished floor
help me take off my shoes
put on myself
*This inside of this book was printed on 100% post-consumer recycled material