Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Of all these objects, it was the beautiful blue Royal typewriter that caught my attention.
It catches mine, too, every day, after all these years.
William, this post reminds me of uncut books I have occasionally found in used bookstores and also in the deepest recesses of the least popular sections of libraries and how I would always wonder that they existed so long without anyone opening their pages, as if they were something other than books, which are of course made to be opened and read page to page. What were these creatures then, to live so long as books but not books? But you provide the answer - they are no less books than uncut flowers are not really flowers just because we have not altered them and brought them indoors for our use. And then - imagine a whole aromatic garden full of uncut books...
Oh, believe me, I do. Unopened books hold a special place in my heart, and I find them hard to resist. This particular set is one of the most wavy and ragged I’ve found, and I’m amazed that the simple paper covers and spine labels have survived all these years. The original idea was that the purchaser would have these trimmed and then bound in the leather of his choice, to complement his own library. Why this never happened is anyone’s guess, and no doubt there is a story or more behind it. And then there are the flowers, also unopened and waiting to be read — well, I’m not surprised that my almost word-free suggestion registered with you. The pictures are not up to the standard the subjects deserve — you and Kevin would both do them far better justice. But, that said, here we are. These days, a great many people are entirely unfamiliar with books in this state and condition. It’s gratifying to know someone who appreciates them and understands. Thanks, Gabriella.
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