The Book of Delights

sometimes i felt the lyricism of these overshadowed the genius of what each essay was getting to. for instance, most people, when they see someone doing a moon walk in a coffee shop might think, “they really don't care what others think of them and i love that”. ross gay is able to take it so much farther and articulate it in the most beautiful way. i just felt that was clouded SOMETIMES by this desperate need to make everything sound like a poem. and i find that so funny because i never bought this expecting poetry (and still found it IMO). aside from that, i loved this. it really is just a nice gratitude journal for all of us to indulge in. i feel honored everytime i read gay's work, that he lets us into his brilliant big brain. it's just awesome.

also, i really don't know how there could possibly be this much joy and optimism in one body. i mean, this dude can find the small joys in everything. even in shit. literally. it's just really refreshing. poetry is often so tragic (not denying a lot of gay's poetry is tragic/sad) and is unable to find any light and happiness (is it really their fault?). i just always find myself coming back to ross gay to remind myself there is love and beauty and song absolutely everywhere and i don't have to look very hard. anyways.