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It's been a good few weeks working. Even though hours seem pretty long.
The Troubles of a Book
By Laura Riding
The trouble of a book is first to be
No thoughts to nobody,
Then to lie as long unwritten
As it will lie unread,
Then to build word for word an author
And occupy his head
Until the head declares vacancy
To make full publication
Of running empty.
The trouble of a book is secondly
To keep awake and ready
And listening like an innkeeper,
Wishing, not wishing for a guest,
Torn between hope of no rest
And hope of rest.
Uncertainly the pages doze
And blink open to passing fingers
With landlord smile, then close.
The trouble of a book is thirdly
to speak its sermon, then look the other way,
Arouse commotion in the margin,
Where tongue meets the eye,
But claim no experience of panic,
No complicity in the outcry.
The ordeal of a book is to give no hint
Of ordeal, to be flat and witless
Of the upright sense of print.
The trouble of a book is chiefly
To be nothing but book outwardly;
To wear binding like binding,
Bury itself in book-death,
Yet to feel all but book;
To breathe live words, yet with the breath
Of letters; to address liveliness
In reading eyes, he answered with
Letters and bookishness.
So I've been a bit busy lately. This weekend I had to go to Utica everyday for 6 hour scuba lessons. Luckily I'm done with that until Mayish. Getting certified is hard, but its a lot of fun.
I finished up with work yesterday, so now I'm preparing my room for Tyler tonight. I'm excited to see him, it has been awhile and I know we'll have a good time while he's here. So far all I have planned is a doctors's appointment that he has to drive me home from, and we're cooking my grandma dinner on Saturday. My parents might take all of us to a hockey game as a family thing. So I think I have a bit planned and than this Sunday its back to school with Tyler.
I really do miss him.
The Troubles of a Book
By Laura Riding
The trouble of a book is first to be
No thoughts to nobody,
Then to lie as long unwritten
As it will lie unread,
Then to build word for word an author
And occupy his head
Until the head declares vacancy
To make full publication
Of running empty.
The trouble of a book is secondly
To keep awake and ready
And listening like an innkeeper,
Wishing, not wishing for a guest,
Torn between hope of no rest
And hope of rest.
Uncertainly the pages doze
And blink open to passing fingers
With landlord smile, then close.
The trouble of a book is thirdly
to speak its sermon, then look the other way,
Arouse commotion in the margin,
Where tongue meets the eye,
But claim no experience of panic,
No complicity in the outcry.
The ordeal of a book is to give no hint
Of ordeal, to be flat and witless
Of the upright sense of print.
The trouble of a book is chiefly
To be nothing but book outwardly;
To wear binding like binding,
Bury itself in book-death,
Yet to feel all but book;
To breathe live words, yet with the breath
Of letters; to address liveliness
In reading eyes, he answered with
Letters and bookishness.
So I've been a bit busy lately. This weekend I had to go to Utica everyday for 6 hour scuba lessons. Luckily I'm done with that until Mayish. Getting certified is hard, but its a lot of fun.
I finished up with work yesterday, so now I'm preparing my room for Tyler tonight. I'm excited to see him, it has been awhile and I know we'll have a good time while he's here. So far all I have planned is a doctors's appointment that he has to drive me home from, and we're cooking my grandma dinner on Saturday. My parents might take all of us to a hockey game as a family thing. So I think I have a bit planned and than this Sunday its back to school with Tyler.
I really do miss him.