Most of you, dear readers, know Deloney, have read him longer than you've read me. But in case you haven't, here's my review on Amazon.com for his book.
Wayne McNeill's Songbook for Haunted Boys and Girls is a book of poetry, but written in disguise as short paragraphs so that you don't realize you're reading poetry until you are filled with desires.
Desires to write, to travel, to see.
This book makes me want to write succinct observations of my mundane life and craft them into pictures and poems that make them beautiful.
This book makes me want to go to McNeill's home, that neighborhood in Toronto, to see if it's all real. To see the crazy Greek with the leaf on his head, to visit the restaurants and see all these odd things and odd people he writes about.
And then I want to take a trip to the past with him, because much of this book is remembrances, poignant, sad, amusing, autumnal. He is the haunted boy, and now having read it, I am a haunted girl.