Words are important

The weather is amazing.

Fifteen degrees Celsius,

 October 27 Th,

 in  Montreal.


The Canadiens are on a roll,

number one team in the East.

Double wow.

I’m still reading  My Year Of Meats.

The more I read it, the more I like it.

Strange and original.

More on November 1 st,

our Book Club date.

When I started this blog it was to discuss books.

What I read and what I thought of it.

I have no special credentials to critique books,

and I regard my posts on my readings as appreciations,

rather than reviews.

My objective is to share my love of books. 

But, as in all things in life,

 it has evolved.

After a few months, I changed the subtitle to,

Books and Life from this Butch’s perspective.

I enjoy the process of letting you all,

 know what’s on my mind.

It helps me to get a grasp on it.

As I mentioned in a previous post,

I have been in a reading slump,


lately you have been subjected to,

 more Ramblings than book talk.

My sincerest apologies.

What I wanted to write about tonight,

 is related to books,

sort of…

The importance of words.

I believe in words.

Their meanings, their nuances.

I am neither an academic, nor a wordsmith.

But, I love words.

I endeavour to use them well.

Of course, I don’t always succeed.

The fact that I live in two languages,

 is occasionally a hindrance to my proper usage.

I think the French sometimes creeps in.

Words are important.

They can change the world, they can help to right injustice.

Yes We Can.

I Have a Dream.

They can empower, they can enlighten.

The Personal is Political.


They can change the course of History, they can inspire.

We Have nothing to fear, but, fear itself.

Ask not what your country can do for you, but, what you can do for your country.

I love words, spoken, written and read.

I despise the out of context.

The twisting of words.

Spin doctors and twenty four hour news channels,

 are a disservice to words and the truth.

Words aren’t pretzels,

 they are not meant to be twisted.

People who twist words, don’t play fair.

Enough soapbox for tonight.

Later girls


*The highlighted quotes are from memory and, perhaps, imperfect.

But, words no matter how important are also, imperfect.

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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