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Mar 05, 2005 13:35

Perusing the books on the new stall was a ruse - the stall setup was captivating and the stallholder had a bland but dignified dishevelment that intrigued. The space she had appropriated had never been used before - away from the popular deep shaded arbour - but on a busy access point beneath a leafy outreached bough. It was if the massive fig had ( Read more... )

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sallowsiserary March 5 2005, 04:37:56 UTC
What a perfect name for a child: "You prefer, like crows do, winter's chill and the empty limbs"-Rumi
The smell of old books are as irressistable as worn leather jackets. Only with wine and skin should they be covered. In my bedroom many years ago, the bookshelf pulled out to reveal a small room. They used to hide escaping slaves there, and at night I listened to the singing.Have you read "House of Leaves"?

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midday_volery March 5 2005, 06:30:36 UTC
no - but i just checked out the first couple of pages. a justifiable research expense ... it seems a liberation to come at the academic from non-fiction - an ethics committee recently compelled me to go the other way. how wonderful that your bookshelf joined the books in holding the traces of other times. i am scared of old books: an electron microscope once revealed to me that they are covered in skin, redwine and little hooked horrors that are probably dependant on our romantic inclinations for their own time travels. digitise, memorise, incinerate ... (i think this is resentment at a skewed power relation)

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sallowsiserary March 5 2005, 06:45:52 UTC
oh, how could I have forgotten the "little hooked horrors"? An ethics committee, what right do they have? The singing ghosts...you might have noticed I'm a bit off my rocker {(I'm petrified of it actually, it just sit huddling in the middle of my room as the walls encroah, like Jandak's house), but I assure you there's a perfectly rational explanation for my visions (started at 3)...I used to have spades of them. } . I'm actually quite sane, it's just everything else....
It was a delicate union, at the minor notes, the pages became unglued from their firmaments, and at a word, the singing stopped. If it's no consolation to you, our psrticles are probably in communication with theirs, anyway...don't let the sleepers conceal the precious marks! Just think of the tragedy of all the buried speech, and please tell me more about the resentment. The book is quite interesting. I won't spoil it..

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midday_volery March 5 2005, 10:27:07 UTC
rest assured - im locked in to their wily ways and lures of hidden markers; pathologically my mom might say. as you remind me the resentment is one of scale - and perceived violations of the delicate relations of absence and presence. yes, it certainly requires subtle explications. your rocker ... has an extreme capacity for excellerating beyond itself - but at a glance i would say you are very attached. i would like to hear your rationality for the visions, can it do them dignity?

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