Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
William, I love this photo. I still believe that you should have a book of the photos you've taken. It would be the perfect book to set on a library table , or desk :)I'll be sending you an email...Jan
Ah, there it is, it just arrived. In the meantime, Jan, I’ve probably inflicted enough books on the world — at least for now. But I appreciate the thought and I’m glad you like the picture. The light has changed so many times today that I could have taken another dozen or more, as the weather has been alternating between rain and snow and sun. At the moment, the room is flooded with light.
"The room is flooded with light"--so it is, but a discerning eye can see most of it is emanating from the "Recently Banned Literature" nook in the upper right hand corner.
a most wonderful room with the lightand the smell, i can smell the paper.~robert
Well, Vassilis, a few more books and that feeble glow will be entirely hidden from view....Robert, the used bookstore smell is one reason I love being in this room. A couple of weeks ago, I added five volumes of an old English history; they smelled like cigarette smoke; now, though, they already smell almost completely like musty old books. A fascinating process — which means I must smell like old books too....
A glorious room, William, a room in which to travel.
Circuitously, Elisabeth — which applies both mentally and physically.
This place is magic full of history and careness, how many tought in this room... How many lives.. This is one of my what i tought yesterday In my post, art live for eternithy, thank you to let me stay there, i'm so praud
Laura, you and your beautiful portrait are an integral part of this room, changing with the light and mood. Because of this, even when my thoughts are of a darker nature, good fortune still rules the atmosphere. And yes, that good fortune will shine on and outlive us both, a gift to the future. I love this room, and everything in it; and so it is another kind of self-portrait. Thank you for being here.
As I live and breathe BOOKS! We surround ourselves with that which we love most. That being said, I guess I love photography more than books, and rust more than shine, and broken more than fixed.
I’m reminded here, Annie, of your response to William’s Law, which readsGrief in finding it broken, joy in the beauty of each new piece.And so I think we’re pretty much on the same wavelength — with an emphasis on the living and breathing.
Heaven!! The light, the books, the glow of the computer, the stately typewriter. Beautiful, William.
Thanks, Paul. Then perhaps we can say, heaven is a way of life.
just a stupid smile from ear to ear,thats all..... :) sigh....
A smile, yes; stupid, no. Ear to ear, I’m glad you’re here.
well;I forgot.what.I.was.going to say,, I'll make something up:taking off my bifocals so that I canseethrough your Caravaggio Eyes.the touches of red here and therevery erotic&the shadows' nigh
Interesting, Ed. Proof that like books, a room well red often holds surprises.
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