…a sanctuary for lost words, for unusual, odd, curious, peculiar, funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, inexplicable, incongruous, uncommon, untypical, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freakish, surreal, suspicious, dubious, questionable, eerie and unnatural words, some presented as poetry, others as prose, and quite often melded into photographs, covering such diverse and distantly related themes as Paris, archaeology, music, street art and politics along with a generous helping of perplexing perspectives. I write poetry to be read aloud. Words are only half alive on paper; they are like skeletons. Sound breathes life into them. Makes them sing. While you’re here look for things. You’ll find them… (Oh, and I neglected to mention that unless otherwise credited, all photos are my own creations)...
To me, nothing feels better than a book in the hands. The smell of the cover and the pages is a pleasure lost to e-readers. The same can be said of digital music and photos. In the future we’ll be passing down hard drives instead of photo albums, books and albums. And when technology changes as it always does, they may not even be accessible, a part of their history gone forever.
P. S. I love that painting. ❤️
Seen at a flea market…when I saw it I thought, yes, she emerges from her cave, lies down, bares a breast and loses herself in her book. Interesting scenario…
Isn’t that how we all read a book? 😉
Well, I suppose there is something to that. I think though that it works better for her than it would for me…😁
Maybe you’re going to the wrong book clubs. 😄
Yes, of course, that must be it…
“There are many little ways to enlarge your child’s world. Love of books is the best of all.” ~ Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis