I do love my library. That's what I have you know, all walls in the lounge room covered in shelves and full of books. My library. Mmm. One day, I will have a proper room dedicated to only to being the home of books, and I'll have a fine deep armchair perfect for curling up in, and it will be a quiet place.
I just picked up the special edition of Shriek: An Afterword and flicked through the first few pages, and came across a page of four short quotes;
No one makes it out.
--Songs: Ohia
If you live a life of desperation,
at least lead a life of loud desparation.
--Dorothy Parker
We dwell in fragile, temporary shelters.
--Jewish Prayer Book
The dead have pictures of you.
--Robyn Hitchcock
And they resonated, in much the same way the impact of an icepick to the left temple has resonance. Parker made me laugh. Oh, I aspire to such philosophy. This blog is nothing but amplification, now, dance with me.
The Songs:Ohia line is not entirely accurate. We all make it out, in the end.
Ah, I could not do this. I have enough trouble when tidy rooms that I end up succumbing to the lure of any book I pick up. I have frequently been found sat in the middle of devastation reading. Rarely a good look.
ReplyDeleteParker made me laugh to. With you on wanting a library - if only my house were large enough.