My Top Five Favorite Books: Poetry and Fiction

These are my top five books that I either (A) think about at least once a day (B) have read multiple times and can’t put down or (B) that I completely love. If I were to put down all the books that can be included within A,B, and C, this would be a huge post! So to keep it short and to the point here are five books that as of right now I feel are indispensable to other writers and lovers of poetry and fiction.


Imaginations by William Carlos Williams

Ulysses by James Joyce

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

The Beat Book: Writings from the Beat Generation Edited by Anne Waldman

The Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry Edited by J.D. McClatchy

Firstly, Imaginations is a book with such beautiful language I am left highlighting and underlining almost every part. Williams is one of my favorite poets and when I found this book I was elated. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. Now I read and reread certain parts completely obsessed with the structure and imagery that he uses. Love this book.

Ulysses, a book I attempted to read on my own a few years ago but felt overwhelmed and stupid after trying. It was the first book that I ever picked up that made me feel like the content and style was over my head. It wasn’t until I took a Joyce class up at the University of Utah which focused mainly on Ulysses that I was able to understand this bible of language and style. Given the right tools and information required this book exploded before my eyes as one of the greatest novels ever written. I return periodically to reread certain parts of Ulysses whenever I feel inspired to write something dangerous.

Orlando,  not the only Woolf book I’ve read but one of my absolute favorites. When I first began reading Orlando I was thinking about the possibility of creating a character that moves beyond sexuality and gender. Although it is not exactly about this Orlando was close to it and inspirational to read. I fell back into reading  Woolf harder than ever after that and got lost in her work for the next few months.

The Beat Book: Writings from the Beat Generation , this book has the background information and key works by some of the most influential Beat Poets (of course, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac). I usually jump around from chapter to chapter and research more on the Poets that speak to me. Which is difficult because I’ve already ended up researching about half the poets in the book and I’m not done. This is a perfect resource for learning about the Beat Poets and their work.

The Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry, contains selections from some of my favorite poets including Adrienne Rich, Elizabeth Bishop, Theodore Roethke, Frank O’ Hara, Galway Kinnell and Gary Snyder just to name a few. I have loved this book for a couple years now and always pick it up when I want to return to my favorites.


I hope this short list helps someone out there that needs more inspiration!

Thank you for reading and taking time out of your day to visit. I hope you return in the future!

Thank you!

-Alina

Discussion: Returning to Trainspotting with the Release of T2

Trainspotting Poster

(photo source: imdb.com)

Trainspotting directed by Danny Boyle came out in 1996. I was just a toddler when it was released but first saw it in my teens. It was accompanied with a slew of movies that were deemed ‘classic’ by my friends and family which included  A Clockwork Orange (1971), SLC Punk (1998) and Fight Club (1999) among others.

I remember watching Trainspotting, being disgusted and slightly horrified but intrigued by its appearance and dialogue. It would later become one of my favorite movies and I would watch it over and over again, collect Irvine Welsh books (writer of the original story)  and hang a poster up on my wall. I found myself coming back to Trainspotting periodically, attracted by its message, its grittiness and the magnetic pull it had on me.

Recently I’ve become aware that I admire things from past generations (big surprise, so does everyone else) but specifically movies and music from twenty years ago (just like everyone else my age). For me my love of this era came from my parents and relatives, they did good in letting me listen to the hundreds of CD’s they had collected and watching their favorite movies with them. I grew to admire these things not from forced exposure but from my sponge like ability to absorb and process everything I came across.

So can I relate to Trainspotting ?

Since I am twenty years younger than the generation that it was intended for, I am left out and find myself admiring from a ‘time’ related distance. But I feel like our generations are two stages of the same evolution. Youth adapting to technological advances, to drugs, crime and money (or lack thereof) due to city life and the decay that can be seen within society and the world.

The basic instincts of youth are still there. “I want to be somebody, I want money, I want satisfaction.” Mix in the addictive life associated with my generation (instant satisfaction and a life broadcasted on social media) there is a bridge between time and a connection is found.

I cannot speak for my entire generation and I am not attempting to either.

But it is my own perception (and others) that we are an addicted generation (obsessed with superficiality and technology) that we differ in degrees of extremes (we may want to fix the world and make change or make money and become famous). Maybe it has always been like this? (Yes) But it feels like because of the technology available to younger and younger generations our lives are being drastically changed at supersonic speeds. We are overloaded with information, addicted and obsessed, we are connected to millions of people through technology and exposed to them at the same time.

Blah, blah, blah. This may not make any sense. I may be rambling off into the distance and I know that if I were to back up my claim that Trainspotting is relatable for my generation because we are dealing with the same pain and decay as the characters were twenty years ago, I would need some actual evidence and research.

But this section on my blog is specifically for reflection and simple analysis. (Or I guess my horrendous ramblings!)

To put it short,

Trainspotting is an important influence on my life (creatively and personally) as a writer and artist I’ve found it and similar works to be priceless. Trainspotting helps to inspire, to expand the mind and delve deep into the darkest parts of the heart and soul.

So I plan on seeing T2 soon.

I am thrilled, hopeful and scared to see it. I cannot wait to find out just how much it’ll add up, if not, hopefully contribute to Trainspotting.

I may post a response to T2 and this post after I see it. If I decide to, it will be posted in about two weeks.

Comments are welcomed below. If you have thoughts, experiences or more to add on my brief reflection please do so.


If you are reading this, Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you return in the future!

Thank you!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #1

Hello readers! As the first post on my blog which is no longer ‘Under Construction’ I have decided to post the first of many ‘Free Hand Writing’ posts which will included poetry and short stories. These posts will contain fresh writing, impromptu and extremely rough. I will attempt to work on and publish these short posts in less than 30 minutes. This is an ice breaker and breather exercise that I do to take my mind off of what I ‘m currently working on.

Here goes!

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Life of Words


Letting the words just drip,

drip,

drip and

fade and dry. They smell

sweet at first then

begin to ripen till

bittersweet, sting

-ing the back of the throat.

Words that bend, lose their elasticity

lose the ability to return to form

and brittle they break.

Ground up, crumbled into air and dust

Into, inhale,

Exhale, nothing.

Nothing to be devoured, nothing left.

The words rot and dissolve.

They die in their own ways,

they die and fade away.

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If you’re reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

Thank You!

-Alina

Short Story: (a sample of) The Tenant

Hello!

In addition to my latest post (Sample of Poetry) I have decided to post a Sample Short Story for all my readers.

This short story ‘The Tenant’ was first written at the beginning of this year. As you may notice, it is extremely short. I should probably clarify that I love to write short short stories. I will probably post a few regular sized short stories in the future as well but for this sample I figured a short short would be perfect.

I plan on working on this story more in the future and may publish the changes later in the next couple months since I have a lot of ideas concerning this piece and multiple directions that I’d love to take it, if possible.

Synopsis: ‘The Tenant’ is a short short story about an occupant living in an apartment building. (Self Explanatory, I know).

 

The Tenant

 by Alina Happy Hansen

The letters piled up against the door. The carpet was a sponge that soaked it all up, fermenting as the days passed. The smell began to leak out, the neighbors began to complain till management was called and keys were found to open the door. A few weeks had passed since anyone had seen the tenant. The overweight scruffy middle aged man jingled and jangled the hoop of keys till he picked out the right one. Inserting the key and turning it till he heard a soft click. He opened the door slowly afraid of what he was going to find. Flies buzzed around it, landing on their utopia of decay. There on the table was a plate meat, rotten and slimed over dripping onto the carpet.

END.


 

If you are reading this, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my work. I hope you return in the future!

Thank You,

-Alina

A Sample of My Previously Published Poems

Hello!

Here are some samples of my poetry.

These are some poems of mine that were originally published on my allpoetry account (allpoetry.com/A._Hansen) which has since been deleted. I have decided to post a few of these poems as a sample of my work.

All poems are my original work.

Thank you for reading!!!


In the Night

by A. Hansen on July 6, 2016.

Under the glowing moon,
iridescent light casts shadows
of figures that howl
and the night becomes a
time where the netherworld
bleeds into reality.
 

(in the spring) CLOUDS

by A. Hansen on March 23, 2015.

 
Weightless, we swim through the sky.
Winds blow, folding us together.We are mystic waves colliding
in the crystal blue,
with a sweetness in the air.Sweeping, seeping, falling,
we only vanish when the sun sinks
and disappears.
 

City Sun

by A. Hansen on January 19, 2015.

 
Drinking in the sun
golden leaves unfurl
radiant words glitter
among gasoline rainbows
turpentine, pavement and tar
boiling hot and thick
the skin smells-blisters rise.
burning under the sky
we rest on broken glass
and garbage.
city life suits us well.
 

Death (pt.3)

by A. Hansen on December 21, 2014.

 
Bathed in mists
and blues,
sea foam froth
paints my hair,
I disintegrate slowly,
Poisoned by your blues.You cut into me,
sharp knives like fangs,
to gnaw and break
my bones.A tortured heart,
I sacrificed my soul,
and you tore me limb from limb
throwing me back into the blue
that I pulled you from.
 

If you are reading this, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my poems. I hope you return in the future!
Thank you!
-Alina