Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
I always glance at your book scores and feel a twinge of ... what? Jealousy? This time in spades, amigo. Wow!
Indeed, this one is a tidy aromatic brick of print, and at 139 years of age, still in its prime. Paging through it, even I feel real — well, almost....
The spines of these books remind me of Indian saris. They are beautiful. Love the old typewriter in the background. I myself, have one of those. Considering the sari :)
Thirty years ago, I traded an electric typewriter I never liked and couldn’t get used to straight across for the one in this picture. One of the best deals I’ve ever made. Now, what of yours might you trade for a sari?
I AmI was showing off my brand newold unabridged dictionary, huge,nearly two hands thick.Over fifty years old. Paid two dollarsat a garage sale up in town.We all agreed that a ‘51 UD was worth at leasta couple of bucks, but what the hell for?Who needs that many useless obsolete words?I said nothing is more important than words.They teach us and nurture and lead.They led us to civilization, right?And what was it that God saidabout words?Copyright 2008, Softwood-Seventy-eight Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
UD for Ueda’s Daijiten, I suppose.God: he who hath the biggest dictionary, and who useth it.Thanks, Gary.
It's interesting that you mention Ueda's Daijiten. My personal philosophical belief is Taoist (Chinese) and I worked fourteen years for and retired from a Japanese company.Go figure.GBF
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