Pee Ess
I meant to write about how ungrounded I felt in this house until finally finally I was able to unearth my books my constant companions and champions through the sum of my years that until yesterday I felt I was living in a hotel even as I love this house this land I needed my familiar landscapes that particular smell that beloved books give to a room the knowledge contained therein books old and still unread beloved with skin thin pages and stains and broken spines the library of my heart
I meant to write about how ungrounded I felt in this house until finally finally I was able to unearth my books my constant companions and champions through the sum of my years that until yesterday I felt I was living in a hotel even as I love this house this land I needed my familiar landscapes that particular smell that beloved books give to a room the knowledge contained therein books old and still unread beloved with skin thin pages and stains and broken spines the library of my heart
posted by Radish King at 5:31 PM
5 Comments:
Well, absolutely and of course. This is the way of it for us.
Some of us oh yes.
I understand this.
Dear Rebecca,
I am about to sell my house to someone who wants the space, filled to the brim with big furniture and fancy trimmings, and what keeps me up at night is how I will keep all.the.books when I downsize. Your library is beauty.
Glad you are getting your library together. The sight of books soothes me as well. And I agree: Bukowski is completely underrated.
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