Depression and Other Magic Tricks by Sabrina Benaim
My Rating: 5 Stars!
Publisher: Button Poetry
Published: August 22nd, 2017
Received: Netgalley provided an e-arc in exchange for an honest review
Depression & Other Magic Tricks is the debut book by Sabrina Benaim, one of the most-viewed performance poets of all time, whose poem “Explaining My Depression to My Mother” has become a cultural phenomenon with over 50 million views. Depression & Other Magic Tricks explores themes of mental health, love, and family. It is a documentation of struggle and triumph, a celebration of daily life and of living. Benaim’s wit, empathy, and gift for language produce a work of endless wonder.
I didn’t quite get to the heart and the passion that lives inside this poetry book until I watched Sabrina say aloud many of the poems she keeps in this book in her performances on YouTube. However, the one that really shattered me on the inside due to its beauty and anger was “Explaining my Depression to my Mother”
This piece was desperation and bargaining and being fed up and hurt all at once and I wouldn’t have truly gotten that without Sabrina’s voice. Her flare and flavor make her words come to life in a way that they couldn’t have been on their own. It made me wish that I could have watched her perform all the poems in this book, because that’s when her words curl around you and shake you up, that’s when you find how truly beautiful her poetry is.
Sabrina’s poetry is poetry meant to be sung and screamed and belted out into the air. You are meant to find its rhythm and how it’s rhythm syncs with your own. Depression & Other Magic Tricks is brilliantly imagined it’s words coming for the jagged edges of a girls truest form.
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I hope you have enjoyed this review and will take a chance on reading Depression & Other Magic Tricks! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments. Also, let me know if you have any poetry recommendations! I’m always up for those.
-Till next time!
I spooled your love into a ribbon
To wear around my neck
To check my pulse you’d touch my heart
Feeling soft swede bumps
scissors against soft cord
My head lolling to the floor
I should have spooled diamond instead of ribbon
Something that cannot crack
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Gone was any pretense of elegance
It was just a line and motion between two
A primal dance with jagged edges
No questions no answers just being
They say love is like answering a call
But for them it was more like being home
Gone was all curiosity except for the other
Gone was all need for breath
Love And Vodka: A Book of Poetry for Glass Hearts by Christina Strigas
My Rating: 3/5 Stars
Publisher: Christina Strigas
Published: November 18, 2016
Recieved: an ecopy from the author in exchange for an honest review.
Love & Vodka is Christina Strigas’ third poetry book. This book is written for all the hearts that shatter, that are transparent, that crack, rebuild and see truth. This is for the souls that connect through words. The poems in this book will make you breathless from their honesty. This poetry collection is full of poems that will make you contemplate the magic of connections disconnections, rejection, love, drinking, pain, marriage, loneliness, honor and the perils of living so many lifetimes in one. Delve into poetry head first and read passages over again to connect. This book has a modern feel with an ancient way of writing. Inspired by Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath and modern poets such as Mary Oliver and Billy Collins to name a few, Christina Strigas uses stream of consciousness to devour themes and words and spurt them forth into a poem. A contemporary poetry book that will not disappoint you and that will restore your faith into the power of poetry again.
I want to say that I was really excited to read this poetry book at first. The reviews were all pretty good and I thought I would really enjoy it. Sadly, while I did enjoy some of the poems, most others I couldn’t connect to. This is not at all the fault of the poet but more of a fault of my own experiences or lack thereof with different aspects of life.
This book would be wonderful for a person who is married or in a deep relationship in a later point in their lives. At the age of 18 the subject matter of this book fell flat for me, especially since I have never been in a relationship before.
However, there were a few poems that connected to writing that I really loved, and while a few of those fit the poetry book a few others felt a little random, but definitely welcome. I wish I could have gotten into this collection of poetry more, but it just didn’t happen for me, and I think that’s ok.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this review. This is the book I read for Day 2 of the Book a Day challenge and I’m sad it just wasn’t for me.
-Till next time!
I am like a wave crashing rushing to touch the shore, then with the sands grazing across my skin I run back only to crash right back into the beach surface.
I am like the light of the sun pleasent for a short mornings bask, but deadly and uncomfortable after too much exposure and I will never apologize.
I am like the rock who sits and waits and takes and takes and takes and who is molded by other hands who see more then simple stone, but then breaks into dust by crushing grip.
I am like every story you have ever heard swirling with some inner beauty but who suffers and suffers and suffers until deemed unrecognizable and changed.
I am like the bird who is caged and hits itself upon the Glass that is freedom until stunned and dead and never free.
My body is the clock growing and moving and dying with each slow second dimming and aching at the loss of yesterday.
I am like the stars in the sky and the wind and the earth and everything in it and every thing in the universe.
Nothing is new, nothing is original, nothing is the same.
Every muscle of my being every molecule that vibrates inside me yearns for the day that would be different.
The monotony, the pain, the work, the sorrow… I ache for it all to be for something.
I fear the day I consider that my life was for nothing… as we all do.
But my words are my own form of sedition…. against all things and for everything.
My hope is what drives the fire and let’s the ashes burn.
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We are 65% water 16% straight fat
19% Other and those are straight facts
There is no measurement for ideals
No measurement for compassion
No way to stitch inside us our likes our passions
No way to tell our favorites from the dark matter
living inside our skulls. Hidden away to be kept safe
If we only idolize what we can see
and we can’t surmise our beliefs from our beating hearts
does it exist, or even matter? In this era of mechanical love
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– Till next time!
Here yeee here yeee
All who enter here shall never return
Come close come close taste my medicine
Give yourself a chance to close your eyes forever
This mirror is the most striking mirror in the world
Once you look inside it you can never look anywhere else
Take some seeds and plant them
When they grow stay away or dare to be eaten
If you wear this ring don’t you dare take it off
For if you do misfortune will befall you, but so long as you wear it all is well
Want to be happy all the time!? Try permasmile! Put it on your teeth and let the happiness flow.
Pushed from behind a girl falls into the streets. Her cheeks stained brown she gets up and turns left stepping into the murky puddles along the way. She comes upon a narrow path leading up to an empty store. Curious she steps inside to find it is empty no more. For once you go to someplace empty you occupy its space and with your presence the environment changes cobwebs breaking and dust unsettled from your breathe. Further inside the walls she went, till she came upon a curtain of red. Pulling it aside she comes across a thing sick and disfigured and dead. It turned to look at her and smiled flaking skin pulling around destroyed teeth. “Would you like a gamble my dear it asked.” The girl could only shriek. “Now Now my dear, that’s just enough all you have to do is hold out your hand. No harm shall befall you if your luck does stand and all that should be will come to pass.” She lifted up her shaking hand and held it out to the thin of filth. “You are a gambler my dear, let’s play a game take these dice and see what will come.”
She took the dice.
She rolled them in her hands.
The monster disappeared.
As they leaped within the air.
From the snake eyes she screamed.
And two years past till the snake came to take her bones.
–There once was a girl who trusted a friend.
Thanks for reading! This is just a weird little poem I wrote a long while back that I wanted to share with you all. Let me know what you think of it down in the comments.
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I breathe in your colors, the stars that create the constellation of your soul
Then I exhale you in a smoky mixture that intwines the essence of me with the essence of you
A single touch collides changing us both until we can learn to coincide
My eyes do not see how our jagged edges cut and tear one another apart
To me your a sugar candy melting poison on my toungue
but as I lay dying I’m high off of your sweet decaying plum
If I could stay on that blissful ignorant cloud of you all my life I would
The not knowing is perfect cause then I see you perfect and there’s no reason for me to want to leave you cause that would be putting my needs before my wants and ohh how I want you
So I sit here and breathe you in and exhale you and breathe you in again just to taste your licorice heroine scent that keeps me in my bliss my bliss my bliss
Thank you for reading! I had a lot of fun with this poem. I honestly have no idea where this burst from, but I like it so I had to share it! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments!
Would you mind
If I laid my head back,
shed my skin from my bones to create new skin ,
closed my eyes…
Would you mind it if it meant that the first thought I head upon awakening was of me instead of you? (Rest assured thoughts were always of you)
Would you mind if I was selfish for a little while, carving out a place in the sand for my own little ocean to pour into every inch of me that feels exhausted, tired, wasted, and abused?
Would you mind?
I hope to God that you mind…
Our conversations were always a monologue of you
Scratch that, I hope you don’t mind at all, because if you do it’s still about you and all my rose-tinted psychedelic excuses will mean nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Do you mind…
Do you care…
Did you ever care…
Nevermind, it’s all too f***ing bad
I’m grabbing my time, my paintbrush and dipping it into the paint of my self-worth. I’m going to paint some beautiful pictures. I’m going to do it all, new paint streaming from the determination of my own selfish care.. you are no longer invited.. lest the paint be dried out and vacuumed away into the shrivel of your second-rate air.
Thank you all for reading! I don’t know why I almost feel apologetic for all the poetry lately, but it’s something that is healing for me and I need to get it out especially during the times I’m feeling low. Do you Mind is probably one of the most angst filled pieces I’ve written and it’s due to the fact that I am feeling so entirely tired lately. I am in a weird place in time and this is one of the things that helps me on the journey through. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this poem! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments.
-Till next time!