Self/DIY published book by Portland author under a pseudonym, the allegedly deceased "Francis B. Lending." Short book is comprised of of lyrics and poSelf/DIY published book by Portland author under a pseudonym, the allegedly deceased "Francis B. Lending." Short book is comprised of of lyrics and poetry in the vein of Bukowski and Ginsberg. Drunken mad and lovesick observational and autobiographical rantings, tinged with heartache, misanthropy, vagabond dreams and reverence of beauty.
"I'm just an alley-kid I've got no shame I can't run from No love strong enough to hold me in place"
from Cloudlike Wanderer (66)
"And I knew, If I could ration my memory I could take you with me to my grave.
For the time being, I forced the realization of a certain demise To the back portion of my mind And sang into the windshield, As you slept through the vulnerable sensation Of my naked voice scratching through the verse, Colliding with the chorus At the beginning of our long goodbye."
How could I have not loved the end of this!? I immediately recognized Judith Sands' novel as a facade for Nightwood, making me feel connected to and iHow could I have not loved the end of this!? I immediately recognized Judith Sands' novel as a facade for Nightwood, making me feel connected to and in love with Anais all the more.
While the beginning of this book was sluggish, and a little clunkier and less poetic than what I'm used to from Anais, the last few chapters of Collages certainly made up for the lack. Very glad to have read it now, and to let it usher a resurgence of my passion for the written word and the "world of Kaka' tuv."...more
My heart feels a four star way about this book, but I'm not sure that I would feel the same if I were not currently struggling (experiencing?) with thMy heart feels a four star way about this book, but I'm not sure that I would feel the same if I were not currently struggling (experiencing?) with the same kind of listless lethargy that seems to envelope Patti for much of this memoir. The ennui that nearly suffocates this narrative also works to make it comfortable and beautiful, if haunted.
Though it is much slower in some parts than others and generally comprised of more reading suggestions than plot, there are a few very pleasing (and inspiring) one-liners and as always, I enjoyed meandering alongside her life, pretending it could be my own. I love Patti's rich internal theatre and her personal church of the mundane, and honestly I found the Polaroids featured in the novel much more fascinating and aesthetically pleasing than a lot of the writing. Nevertheless, I was convinced, inspired, and into it by the end. I'm certainly glad to have read it when I did. ...more
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