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GREEDY
posted Friday, 9 May 2008
GREEDY
Have you ever had a book so full of great images that when you approach the back of the book you are greedy for more? Even reviewing the images cannot seem to slake that thirst for more images. I have had that sensation with the two books I bought in the midst of my drug induced woozy walk back to my crib two days ago.
I cannot deny it, I'm a collector of books, my crib is starting to resemble the back room of a used book store. I'm starting to emulate my friend Ken "D" although I have a way to go in that respect. There is something tactile and surreal about books. In some ways it is almost a sanctuary from the cares of the day, a place were we can go along with another human being even though we may never have met or will ever meet. The conversation, is of course a monolog, but we have the same sensation when in the physical presence of a friend who is waxing eloquent and with our body language we egg him or her on. The essence of being human is to tell and listen to stories.
I have just spent the morning going through my discs looking for the originals for "The Stairwell Poems" and of course I can't find it. It was something that I wanted to share with the Co-op newsletter to encourage others within the Co-op
to submit poetry, photographs and prose for our Arts section. I found one poem from the series that I had not formatted and submitted that.
I have managed to get some peoples back up already but you can't please everyone. You can only phrase it to ensure that you don't bruise anyones ego so badly that you can't make up. The newsletter is going well although there is the usual deadline fever and we only have one article outstanding.
La Dolce Vita!
Ciao, JWL
Have you ever had a book so full of great images that when you approach the back of the book you are greedy for more? Even reviewing the images cannot seem to slake that thirst for more images. I have had that sensation with the two books I bought in the midst of my drug induced woozy walk back to my crib two days ago.
I cannot deny it, I'm a collector of books, my crib is starting to resemble the back room of a used book store. I'm starting to emulate my friend Ken "D" although I have a way to go in that respect. There is something tactile and surreal about books. In some ways it is almost a sanctuary from the cares of the day, a place were we can go along with another human being even though we may never have met or will ever meet. The conversation, is of course a monolog, but we have the same sensation when in the physical presence of a friend who is waxing eloquent and with our body language we egg him or her on. The essence of being human is to tell and listen to stories.
I have just spent the morning going through my discs looking for the originals for "The Stairwell Poems" and of course I can't find it. It was something that I wanted to share with the Co-op newsletter to encourage others within the Co-op
to submit poetry, photographs and prose for our Arts section. I found one poem from the series that I had not formatted and submitted that.
I have managed to get some peoples back up already but you can't please everyone. You can only phrase it to ensure that you don't bruise anyones ego so badly that you can't make up. The newsletter is going well although there is the usual deadline fever and we only have one article outstanding.
La Dolce Vita!
Ciao, JWL
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