I do take requests for my books if your in the USA and it's not a hard cover you're requesting. Don't ask for a book unless you intend to release it when you are done. If you do request a book I might want to trade something with you in return.




My Wish List



I'm starting a new quest to read the Pulitzer Prize winners for fiction. Here is a list of the ones I've read so far. The years are when they were awarded the prize.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon 2001
Breathing Lessons By Anne Tyler 1989
Independence Day by Richard Ford 1996
Middlesex by Jeffry Eugenides 2003
The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields 1995
A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley 1992
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee 1961


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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

By Wallace Stevens

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.