(un)tethered by rationality, adrift on waves of bipolar dissonance, a collection of pining odes to wildflowers and succulent agonies in the grip of divine madness as told by a fool drowning in words
The first poem in this book really set the tone. There's a longing in the love, and that ache is present immediately. However, very quickly it becomes almost peaceful, like we should be content in the longing, it's romantic, maybe. There are times where you can feel the frustration in his patience. The absence of her weighs heavy, almost like it's a companion.
Some of the fucking words just hit me so hard. I read multiple lines over and over again. They're so beautiful. It actually made me sit and contemplate how important language is. How basic words can evoke an actual sensation. How they squeeze your heart, or bring tears to your eyes. It's just letters smashed together, but they create an entire world. It was very impactful. Everyone should read some Ennenbach. It's like soul therapy.
I honestly would have made each of these favorites, this is some of his best work. And I think it was because it was less frantic. Which made it sad, in hindsight, like the hopeful spark was gone, and he'd almost come to terms being without her. But he may also know he's ok even so.
Top 15: your name on my lips, your soul on my broken. blank dismissal. bedside table. the afterglow of everything falling apart. mortuary blues. aios vacios. by his own hand. war(n)ing labels. lost whimsy. flaw(less)ed self portrait. supernova. (un) foolosophy. i am the void. hi. (This one has my ALL-TIME favorite lines ever created)
While the words and sentences where beautiful it was not for me. I struggled through this. This is not a reflection on or about the author. I know others absolutely love this book. So please do not let my rating stop you from reading this. I wanted to like it. I am just not a poetry person. I tried. And I failed.