My world is full of stuff
it’s mainly layers of paper.
Carefully stored in piles.
I might use that photo as an inspitation,
For a painting or a drawing,
I might need that statement,
I might read that book
But piles of stuff turn into columns,
Columns start to tower over you.
Idea. ” I’ll tidy up”.
Trouble is you have to deconstruct.
Build new towers to winnow out stuff.
Some stuff to burn or shred,
Some stuff to give to charity,
Some stuff to read,
Some stuff to pile back up,
till I find space on a bookshelf……
I’ll just go and lie down in a darkened room.
Went for lunch with my hubby. He chats away all the time, but as soon as he gets an interesting book he’s away in his own world. This one was about the mafia, he was so enthralled that he didn’t finish his lunch!
The book was from Bread in common, a little cafe that opens on a Friday and is vegetarian. You can pay what you feel for the food. They also sell bread on a seperate counter and have a book exchange where my hubby got the book. It’s called ‘the rise of the mafia’ by Martin Short. If you want to visit its on Hartshill, in Stoke-on-Trent.
Oh books, you tomes of wisdom,
your cracked pages full of age,
paperback and hardback,
album and autobiography.
You change my mind, change my thoughts,
help me to learn, help me to see.
Books hold knowledge, and deceit.
Not all knowledge is truth,
Sometimes it’s misinformed,
But I’d rather have a book than a computer……
Books are analogue.
Do you find yourself thinking of a word that just pops into your mind? I thought of a few today. Gestalt, Normality and Defunct all jumped into my head today.
Another day it could be crumble, grunge or fanciful, which is probably what this is.
I think I need sleep when I can dream of words chasing each other through the sky and over hills. Trundling into the sunset where they burst into brilliant petals.
Words are fun, they need using or abusing, but they definitely can make life interesting, exuberant and startling!
I just asked my hubby what he’s reading. Short stories he said, but it has kittens in it?!
Well that’s nice, it reminds me of books like ‘somewhere a cat is waiting’ by Derek Tangie (not sure if spelling). Also ‘the silent miaow’ and ‘jennie’ both by Paul Gallico I think. They are all old books so they might take a bit of searching for. That’s one of the things about having lots of books, they are not necessarily recently written.
I asked what he’s reading ‘the secrets of St Dee’ by Victoria Routledge. It sounds interesting and convoluted.
Tidal waves of books,
Sloshing round my room,
Pouring down from bookcases
Dripping from tables,
Making a beach of pamphlets
Puddles of novels
A tide of documents.
I sit in a paper sailing boat
Atop an ocean of biography.
Littered with paperbacks
Swimming with pratchett turtles
and the old man of the sea.
I’m drowning in books,
Flooded by books
Waves crashing over my head.
Whirlpools of literature ……..
What are your favourite books?
I’ve visited people and they had none, I didn’t like to ask, occasionally there would be a tabloid newspaper but that was about it. Sometimes people would have a few romance novels, or old classic ones by Dickens or Stevenson which they probably inhereted from an older relative or were prizes from school.
I was talking about this with my partner because we are both avid readers. I know my mother collected abridged versions of books from a book club run by readers digest and she also had a subscription to their monthly booklet. I remember reading books by Hammond Innes and Alistair McLean as I became a teenager. I was also seriously interested in science fiction and particularly liked Arthur C Clarke and Issac Asimov. The three laws of robotics.
In my adult life I fell in love with Terry Pratchett who wrote fantasy fiction. That was probably because my partner introduced me to JRR Tolkien and Ursula LeGuin. I’m also interested in science, art, biography physics and science fiction. So we ended up having over a thousand books if you count all his books about trains, bikes and tractors. Sometimes I just look at all the shelves and wonder where they came from……