Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Book spine poetry

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.
Wonderful life. 
Collapse.
Zero loneliness.

The mismeasure of man (to say nothing of the dog)
Midnight's children, American gods, bad girls.

The good soldier of light and shadows
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!)

4 comments:

  1. Wendy! Fantastic blog and Etsy store! So pleased to hear you are doing so well and so crafty.
    - Pam at Berkeley Bioe

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  2. Hey Pam! So good to hear from you!

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