Monday, February 5, 2007
between these covers
sights: mug-warming cold hands while blossoming tea blooms
sound: seashells & bluebells, john southworth
i have built a bedside tower of babel, words worth reading stacked so high and still waiting to be read. there are books about science and books about art and my favourite chilhood stories -- somehow all set in long forgotten castles. the biography of belle & sebastian teeter-totters atop the slim collected poems of gwendolyn macewen (volume i, volume ii) while richard dawkins and c.s. lewis argue with paper-lion whispers through the mournful pages of plath. sometimes my sleeping hand reaches over in the night and knocks them all to the floor, where they lie tumbled over, open inkstained fans until morning creeps in.
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