Monday, May 09, 2011

Running outside

Kris and I ran outside yesterday at the local track. I loved it and wish I could run outside all year!

The last time we ran outdoors was when we visited New Jersey last July and ran the route my friend Ryan usually trains on. He runs outside all year. I used to run on the limestone hills near my apartment in Austin, and I really miss it.

I ran pretty slow, but I didn't stop to walk at all during my two mile run. I think I could have kept going.

I like everything about it except I can't really tell what speed I am running, and the bugs. I didn't notice bugs at all while I was running, but once I started walking for my cooldown lap, they were suddenly everywhere.

Sometimes running is hard on a treadmill because I see the seconds ticking of how long I have left in my workout. I don't think I am ready for outdoor winter running, so I am not a total convert to training outside, but I am going to try to jog outdoors as much as I can this Spring/Summer/Fall.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Homage to the Lame Wolf by Vasko Popa

I finally finished this book! I read a lot of it right before Poetry Month, and then I was so busy I didn't get to read anything in April. I finished reading it right away after I was done writing my last poem of the month.

Everyone from bloggers, to the person who works at the bookstore seems to love Vasko Popa. I can understand why--now I love him too! At first, when I started reading Homage to the Lame Wolf, I thought everyone was wrong, and Popa was getting too much credit. The first few poems weren't that great, but the weird thing about Popa is the poems seem to be great as a whole, the more poems you read, the more they build on each other. Popa writes all his poems in a series. There are usually around 7 poems in each series, and they are all very closely linked. Sometimes they are parts to a poem, sometimes they are individual poems.

Some of the series I like better than others, but I thought the book was very enjoyable, and even though this book was twice as long as an average poetry book, I wished there was more to read at the end.

I can't think of anyone who writes like Popa. Between the strange subjects, his style of writing, and his habit of writing in a series, Popa is unique.

The titles aren't great, but I overlook that because I like it so much.

My favorites in the book: (I am thrilled that when the poems are published online, the whole series is included. I think that is the only way these poems should be read.)

The Little Box series

Give Me Back My Rags

St. Sava's Spring

Raw Flesh