tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post3278833890344452428..comments2024-03-28T11:28:31.364-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `A Good Reputation with Our Department'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-53802132971265721512015-08-15T09:49:11.788-05:002015-08-15T09:49:11.788-05:00I share with you the experience of the magnetism w...I share with you the experience of the magnetism which draws me to the bookshelves of others. It is a sure and economical way to diagnose character. As for the accumulation of books a true reader will be driven by irrepressible appetite rather than fashion. Once a book kindles interest he has to drain it to the lees of the insights contained. It is a thoughtless and uncalculating compulsion this desire to devour. It can lead to hasty simultaneous partaking of several different sweetmeats and the scattering of half-read books around one's bedside. Subbuteohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11263202102536057266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-49357285688440173292015-08-14T10:14:19.276-05:002015-08-14T10:14:19.276-05:00"Eating Poetry" by Mark Strand comes to ..."Eating Poetry" by Mark Strand comes to mind. A bit cruel to librarians, but I suppose the urge to catalog and standardize sometimes switches off the imaginative side in librarians. As a frequenter of libraries' discard piles, I have found librarians tend to be either/or. <br /><br />Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.<br />There is no happiness like mine.<br />I have been eating poetry.<br /><br />The librarian does not believe what she sees.<br />Her eyes are sad<br />and she walks with her hands in her dress.<br /><br />The poems are gone.<br />The light is dim.<br />The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.<br /><br />Their eyeballs roll,<br />their blond legs burn like brush.<br />The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.<br /><br />She does not understand.<br />When I get on my knees and lick her hand,<br />she screams.<br /><br />I am a new man.<br />I snarl at her and bark.<br />I romp with joy in the bookish dark.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12068470029393614652noreply@blogger.com