Unique selections of books from our book buyer Paul Ingram. He compiles great lists of books on varying topics.
If you have any requests for recommendations, send Paul an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
May 9, 2017 - 11:01am
The Street of Crocodiles
Our May Book Club will take place on May 18 at 7 pm at Prairie Lights Book Store. The book will be The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz. There are plenty of copies available at the book store.
April 28, 2017 - 1:21pm
a song in the front yard
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.
They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine
How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George’ll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).
But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do.
And I’d like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.
April 27, 2017 - 11:09am
Resurrection Update: Collected Poems, 1975-1997
Remember the night you got drunk
and shot the roses?
You were a perfect stranger, Father,
even my bad sister cried.
Some other gravity,
not death or luck,
drew fish out of the sea
and started them panting.
The fish became a man.
The archer’s bow became a violin.
I remember the night you searched the sofa
and wept on the telephone.
Some other gravity,
not time or entropy,
pulled the knife down for centuries.
The archers dropped their bows,
harmless as pine needles in the snow.
The knife became a plow
and entered the earth, Father.
Later it became a boat
and some other things —
It isn’t a dream but it takes a long time,
for the archer’s bow to become a violin.