Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Barry's Image
It goes like this.
You finish the book. You put it down on the bedside table.
You pick it up and open to the first page.
You put it down, closed, on the bedside table.
You pick it up. You place your palm
on the cover, light. You turn it over
and read the marketing copy.
You open it up and smell it.
You place it on the bedside table
and turn out the lamp
and stare at the ceiling.
You turn and sees its spine
facing you, some dim
blur of its title. You reach. It is where you find
the name, the colour, the resistance,
the form for this thing that inhabits you.
Could you kiss a book and mean it?
Marrying a book means
marrying all the stories in the world.
I think. They would not let me.
I held the paper to my chest and tugged
to absorb it into my heart.
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3 comments:
'You place your palm on the cover.' I do, as if it holds an energy I want more of.
'Could you kiss a book and mean it?' I could .. ; )
aren't we really kissing the author?
K - I really like this, and the ideas behind it! yes!
One question: is it intentional that you move to past tense and first person for the last three lines?
Also, would you consider a different verb than "tugged", something more evocative? (Cd maybe even eliminate it altogether…)
I really like the note you end on, "to absorb it into my heart" - I have often hugged books upon final readings, sad they're over...
Hm…that suddenly gives me a brainwave, was tugged a typo…if so you can ignore my comment on that!
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