April 19, 2024: Dear Proofreader, David Hernandez
Dear Proofreader
David Hernandez
You’re right. I meant “midst,” not “mist.”
I don’t know what I was stinking,
I mean thinking, soap speaks intimately
to my skin every day. Most days.
Depending if darkness has risen
to my skull like smoke up a chimney floe.
Flue. Then no stepping nude
into the shower, no mist turning
the bathroom mirror into frosted glass
where my face would float
coldly in the oval. Picture a caveman
encased in ice. Good. I like how
your mind works, how your eyes
inside your mind works, and your actual eyes
reading this, their icy precision, nothing
slips by them. Even now I can feel you
hovering silently above these lines,
hawkish, Godlike, each period
a lone figure kneeling in the snow.
That’s too solemn. I would like to send
search parties and rescue choppers
to every period ever printed.
I would like to apologize to my wife
for not showering on Monday and Tuesday.
I was stinking. I was simultaneously
numb and needled with anxiety,
in the midst of a depressive episode.
Although “mist” would work too,
metaphorically speaking, in the mist of,
in the fog of, this gray haze that followed me
relentlessly from room to room
until every red bell inside my head
was wrong. Rung.
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Today in:
2023: The Socks, Jane Kenyon
2022: Ode to Friendship, Noor Hindi
2021: Heartbeats, Melvin Dixon
2020: Sunday Night, Raymond Carver
2019: Virginia Street, Jennifer Hayashida
2018: What Seems Like Joy, Kaveh Akbar
2017: Aunties, Kevin Young
2016: For the Union Dead, Robert Lowell
2015: The Cambridge Afternoon Was Gray, Alicia Ostriker
2014: Spirit of the Bat, Peggy Shumaker
2013: Thanks, W. S. Merwin
2012: Sweetness, Stephen Dunn
2011: I Remember, Anne Sexton
2010: Letter, Franz Wright
2009: 23rd Street Runs Into Heaven, Kenneth Patchen
2008: HOUSEHOLD ACTIVITY NO. 26, J.R. Quackenbush
2007: from Briggflatts, Basil Bunting
2006: The Chores, Frannie Lindsay
2005: Direct Address, Joan Larkin
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100 livres à avoir lu dans sa vie (entre autres):
1984, George Orwell ✅
A la croisée des mondes, Philip Pullman
Agnès Grey, Agnès Bronte ✅
Alice au Pays des merveilles, Lewis Carroll ✅
Angélique marquise des anges, Anne Golon
Anna Karenine, Léon Tolstoï
A Rebours, Joris-Karl Huysmans
Au bonheur des dames, Émile Zola
Avec vue sur l'Arno, E.M Forster
Autant en emporte le vent, Margaret Mitchell
Barry Lyndon, William Makepeace Thackeray
Belle du Seigneur, Albert Cohen
Blonde, Joyce Carol Oates
Bonjour tristesse, Françoise Sagan ✅
Cent ans de solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Charlie et la chocolaterie, Roald Dahl ✅
Chéri, Colette
Crime et Châtiment, Féodor Dostoïevski
De grandes espérances, Charles Dickens
Des fleurs pour Algernon, Daniel Keyes
Des souris et des hommes, John Steinbeck ✅
Dix petits nègres, Agatha Christie ✅
Docteur Jekyll et Mister Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson ✅
Don Quichotte, Miguel Cervantés
Dracula, Bram Stocker ✅
Du côté de chez Swann, Marcel Proust
Dune, Frank Herbert ✅
Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury ✅
Fondation, Isaac Asimov
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley ✅
Gatsby le magnifique, Francis Scott Fitzgerald ✅
Harry Potter à l'école des sorciers, J.K Rowling
Home, Toni Morrison
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
Kafka sur le rivage, Haruki Murakami
L'adieu aux armes, Ernest Hemingway ✅
L'affaire Jane Eyre, Jasper Fforde
L'appel de la forêt, Jack London ✅
L'attrape-cœur, J. D. Salinger ✅
L'écume des jours, Boris Vian
L'étranger, Albert Camus ✅
L'insoutenable légèreté de l'être, Milan Kundera
La condition humaine, André Malraux
La dame aux camélias, Alexandre Dumas Fils
La dame en blanc, Wilkie Collins
La gloire de mon père, Marcel Pagnol
La ligne verte, Stephen King ✅
La nuit des temps, René Barjavel
La Princesse de Clèves, Mme de La Fayette ✅
La Route, Cormac McCarthy ✅
Le chien des Baskerville, Arthur Conan Doyle
Le cœur cousu, Carole Martinez
Le comte de Monte-Cristo, Alexandre Dumas : tome 1 et 2
Le dernier jour d'un condamné, Victor Hugo ✅
Le fantôme de l'opéra, Gaston Leroux
Le lièvre de Vaatanen, Arto Paasilinna
Le maître et Marguerite, Mikhaïl Boulgakov
Le meilleur des mondes, Aldous Huxley
Le nom de la rose, Umberto Eco
Le parfum, Patrick Süskind
Le portrait de Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde ✅
Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery ✅
Le père Goriot, Honoré de Balzac ✅
Le prophète, Khalil Gibran ✅
Le rapport de Brodeck, Philippe Claudel
Le rouge et le noir, Stendhal ✅
Le Seigneur des anneaux, J.R Tolkien ✅
Le temps de l'innocence, Edith Wharton
Le vieux qui lisait des romans d'amour, Luis Sepulveda ✅
Les Chroniques de Narnia, CS Lewis
Les Hauts de Hurle-Vent, Emily Brontë
Les liaisons dangereuses, Choderlos de Laclos ✅
Les Malaussène, Daniel Pennac ✅
Les mémoires d'une jeune fille rangée, Simone de
Beauvoir
Les mystères d'Udolfo, Ann Radcliff
Les piliers de la Terre, Ken Follett : tome 1
Les quatre filles du Docteur March, Louisa May
Alcott
Les racines du ciel, Romain Gary
Lettre d'une inconnue, Stefan Zweig ✅
Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert ✅
Millenium, Larson Stieg ✅
Miss Charity, Marie-Aude Murail
Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
Ne tirez pas sur l'oiseau moqueur, Harper Lee ✅
Nord et Sud, Elisabeth Gaskell
Orgueil et Préjugés, Jane Austen
Pastorale américaine, Philip Roth
Peter Pan, James Matthew Barrie
Pilgrim, Timothy Findley
Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier
Robinson Crusoé, Daniel Defoe ✅
Rouge Brésil, Jean Christophe Ruffin
Sa majesté des mouches, William Goldwin ✅
Tess d'Uberville, Thomas Hardy
Tous les matins du monde, Pascal Quignard
Un roi sans divertissement, Jean Giono
Une prière pour Owen, John Irving
Une Vie, Guy de Maupassant
Vent d'est, vent d'ouest, Pearl Buck
Voyage au bout de la nuit, Louis-Ferdinand Céline ✅
Total : 37/100
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Favourite Opening Lines:
“He came one late, wet spring, and brought the wide world back to my doorstep.” - Fool’s Errand by Robin Hobb
“In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three.” - Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
“I lost an arm on my last trip home.” - Kindred by Octavia E. Butler
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.” - The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
“Let’s start with the end of the world, why don’t we?” - The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.” - The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” - The Hobbit by J.R. R. Tolkien
“I’ll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination.” - The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin
“Marley was dead, to begin with.” - A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” - A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Favourite Ending Lines:
Careful with spoilers.
“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.” - Animal Farm by George Orwell (Name a more iconic ending. You can’t.)
“If Hundreds Hall is haunted, however, it’s ghost doesn’t show itself to me. For I’ll turn, and am disappointed – realising that what I am looking at is only a cracked window-pane, and that the face gazing distortedly from it, baffled and longing, is my own.” - The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters (Killer reveal)
“Oh,Constance,” I said, “we are so happy.” - We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson (this has the same effect on me as the ending of the movie Midsommer)
“I When they entered, they found hanging upon the wall a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.” - The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.” - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
“Wolves have no Kings.” - Royal Assassin / “We dream of carving our dragon.” - Assassin’s Quest / “She settled into it and continued towards her destiny.” - The Mad Ship / “The past is no further away than the last breath you took.” - Fool’s Errand / “Perhaps having the courage to find a better path is having the courage to risk making new mistakes.” - The Golden Fool (all by Robin Hobb)
“Hoping that this time it will remain a lullaby. That this time the wind will not hear. That this time – please just this once – it will leave without us.” - Chocolat by Joanne Harris
“And Cat, though he was still a little lonely and tearful, managed to laugh too.” - Charmed Life by Diana Wynne Jones
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