Five months after moving into my apartment, half of my books are still in boxes because I haven't gotten a second bookcase yet. The first half are in no particular order since I planned to organize them all in one fell swoop.
Mostly this drives me crazy, but this morning the jumble of titles spoke to me. It said:
Breath, eyes, memory,
Minds, brains, and science,
Sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs.
Everything is illuminated.
A briefer history of time:
Lonely planets neverwhere.
The mismeasure of man (to say nothing of the dog)
Le petit prince running after antelope
The blind assassin
War is a force that gives us meaning
When science goes wrong.
I'm no poet, but that never stops me from heading straight for a fridge door full of magnetic poetry. Got a bookshelf in the living room and a stomach for unalphabetized books? Let your friends go crazy.
(By the way, the books turned backward were just to highlight the relevant books in the photos. I can handle messy books but even I have limits!)