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A review by nattyyllie
Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay
3.0
(3.5 star)
Favorite poems/quotes:
ode to buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt
“and the honeybee’s legs furred with pollen mean another thing to me than on the other days which too have been drizzled in this simplest of joys”
burial
“when he knew he could make you happy just by being a little silly and sweet.”
spoon
“Don peered at me again with those sad eyes, or through me, or into me, the way my dead do sometimes, looking straight into their homes, which hopefully have flowers in a vase on a big wooden table, and a comfortable chair or two, and huge windows through which light pours to wash clean and make a touch less awful what forever otherwise will hurt.”
the opening
“the way Myself had made unwittingly a habit of slathering mortar everywhere, almost by accident, for fear of what might forever slip in and be felt;”
catalog of unabashed gratitude
“what do you think this singing and shuddering is, what this screaming and reaching and dancing and crying is, other than loving what every second goes away?”
Favorite poems/quotes:
ode to buttoning and unbuttoning my shirt
“and the honeybee’s legs furred with pollen mean another thing to me than on the other days which too have been drizzled in this simplest of joys”
burial
“when he knew he could make you happy just by being a little silly and sweet.”
spoon
“Don peered at me again with those sad eyes, or through me, or into me, the way my dead do sometimes, looking straight into their homes, which hopefully have flowers in a vase on a big wooden table, and a comfortable chair or two, and huge windows through which light pours to wash clean and make a touch less awful what forever otherwise will hurt.”
the opening
“the way Myself had made unwittingly a habit of slathering mortar everywhere, almost by accident, for fear of what might forever slip in and be felt;”
catalog of unabashed gratitude
“what do you think this singing and shuddering is, what this screaming and reaching and dancing and crying is, other than loving what every second goes away?”