Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Well THAT gold couch is certainly a library...! : )Great to see your library is growing by leaps and bounds, I can't imagine all the fine gems it holds...as for that 'bookend', my first thought was 'incense holder', followed by, a peg game from...?It'll be nice to see what others thought...Be well my friend...
You too, Brad, thank you. Whatever it is, I love it and didn’t hesitate to bring it home. It’s beautifully finished, and its “feet” are cushioned by felt, so it wouldn’t damage a nice wood surface. I too thought “peg game,” because as a kid I used to make much cruder versions of things like this, and finish them off with nails and rubber bands to guide marbles this way and that. But maybe this piece has a loftier, more esoteric purpose. How anyone could part with it, I’ll never know.
But of course this object is an ancient esoteric calculating device for bibliophiles whose book collections defy and transcend enumeration!
I know this: if it wasn’t, it is now!
I always knew that I would love your library, William...I was right!!! Fantastic!!! But didn't you say that there was a gold couch in there someplace :)
No, Jan, if you go back and check the record (as they might say on “Perry Mason”), you’ll find I said “Every library should have a gold couch.” But nowhere did I say I had one myself. I used to, though.
This ancient esoteric calculating device for bibliophiles according to Gabriella (good that I know a "little" Greek :))..reminds me of a block of chocolate!I am kidding :).But does chocolate not "goes" with a good book?Have a very good summer and don't hurt your eyes with so much reading, my friend!!!
Enough chocolate to last all summer — a pleasant thought, Monika! But yesterday evening, a friend on Facebook pointed out that this is a cribbage board....
: ) always lovely to see your room,read the comments here and smile if not laugh loud....that lovely wooden thing reminds me of some kind of shelf for sowing treads,if you know what I mean,if you would put some nails in those holes than on those nails sawing treads....maybe ... :O) greetings from me
Greetings from me in return, Aleksandra. I could borrow some spools of thread from my mother’s three old sewing machines — I like that idea....
(william, can i tell you i find this alarming? i know, i've not been coming often enough but you seem to have disappeared. i see your couch and i see your collection grow post after post, but where are you? you might say, erin, it is ok, we all disappear, but i might say in return, but william, i sense your shadow still, where is your body, your heart? where are your grandchildren? don't they climb upon you like a tree? but i am being selfish. i have come to see an old friend and hear you speak. where are you?))))xoerin
I’m in my books, Erin — the ones I’ve written, and the rest that are piled up around me. I’m here in the archive, more than 1,700 entries deep. I’m here in the comments. Knowing someone is a cumulative process. Think of weather. Geology. Flashes of lightning.
Post a Comment