Stargazing at Noon
Author: Amanda Torroni
Rated D for being positively divine and devastatingly spellbinding, reaching through my heart, body, and soul.
Things I learned from the moon:
at times you feel like a sliver of yourself.
There is beauty in this too.
An expansion of Torroni’s original book of the same name, more poems have been added, covering all kinds of material, far and wide. Filled with gorgeous metaphor, weaving incredible images in your mind ranging from philosophers delving into the planets to navigating intimacy like one maps the stars.
Absolutely breathless. Soft giggles of wonderment. Deep sighs of daydreams and longing. This is my absolute favorite book of poetry. I’m pretty sure it’s going to rest by my head for the rest of time and the pages will get worn and bent from being turned and read so much.
I’m so very in love with the moon. There’s never a moment I don’t admire her. To come across a book of poetry that utilizes the moon with heartache, love, loss, and nostalgia has swept me away completely. I’m pretty sure I left my body. I couldn’t put this book down and by the time I did it was nearly 5:30am. So. Worth it.
It’s a work of art. I don’t say that just because words and poetry are art, but because the cover with its rippling water that reminds me of the way summer sun reflects on the ocean or glimmers on a lake as the sun begins to set. Even inside the book, there are bursts of unbelievably beautiful, curving and wild font that brought so much more to the poem. Each section was marked by a phase of the moon, from its beginning to end.
This was a moving book for me. There wasn’t a moment that I wasn’t enamored and mystified and completely lost in its words. Recommended? Hell yes.
I don’t feel like this is a quotable book, but here are a few poems that turned me into a puddle of sighs.
Pop Rocks & Soda Pop (p. 10) We were electric that night the power lines collapsed & you laughed because our cell phones died & I, for the life of me, could not find a flashlight. There were plenty of candles, not a single match, & only the palest moonlight catching your skin through open windows as we listened to the winds howl the thunder clap the sky break the branches snap & we explored the storms that have long existed, braved the blizzards within, traded breaths & tangled limbs, all of this until the winds calmed the thunder died the sky healed the branches sighed & we collapsed like power lines because we were electric that night. Stargazing (p. 12) I wasn’t admiring the freckles on your skin; I was stargazing. & when I said I wanted to make love to you, I meant all of you. & when you felt my fingers tracing poetry over parts of you that were supposedly broken, know that all I saw were prisms, refracted light, & everything I wanted to make mine. The Brightest Thing (p. 16) I need you to know something— that when you’re feeling defeated beat up & down on your luck when you feel like you haven’t done anything of enough that the most important things in life cannot be built with your hands. & even on days you feel burnt out dim in the darkness lacking sheen I need you to know— you’re still the brightest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Two Truths, One Lie (p. 82) The kitchen table appears and an arm’s reach between us. We play two truths and one lie. 1. Some nights you stay awake counting stars. One for every regret. Two for every time you wished you were someone else. 2. You don’t love me. 3. A black wolf visits you while you dream. You never dream.
More to come soon…
P.S. Song today? Navigator by MOONZz & Restless Modern.
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