The Petting Zoo

Last year, the year before and most likely every year before that for the last five or six years, I have promised myself I would buy less books. I thought the same this year too. The only reason for this is because I have so many of them and need to cut back around the house but how is a man supposed to read the things he wants to if he doesn't buy them?

Yeah, yeah... it's fine shifting to a kindle or iBooks full time but that only works if you have a penchant for what the world wants to sell you and today, I want to read this:

The digital device does not appreciate a work such as this, though if I look in at the world from on high, I'm convinced that this was the remit of the digital reader before everybody figured out they could make money from it and the algorithm took over.

Anyway... I bought a copy of The Petting Zoo. If you like what somebody like Patti Smith does poetically and autobiographical musings, Jim is just the man to fire up the poetical cylinders. Here's a clip of him performing People Who Died. If all performance poetry was like this, I would be out every night of the week.

Watching this has given me some ideas about where to take Deadbirds. That's all I have to say on that for the time being.

Sion Smith