I love Obama and I love libraries,
great picture,
from Bookshelf porn,
I’m addicted to this site. 🙂
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When I went to college and university,
we used to have these,
and these,
this is for the benefit of you,
youngins,
Did you get, my best West Virginia accent or maybe that’s Granny from The Beverly Hillbillies:-)
Card catalogues,
now you know what they look like.
This post is about Libraries.
I’ve always had a thing for libraries,
and,
librarians,
although,
I have never dated one,
a regrettable circumstance.
I have always been eager to learn.
I love libraries like,
I love bookstores,
perhaps,
heresy,
more.
Libraries are silent,
almost,
you walk the stacks,
and all you hear,
is the soft echo,
of your boots,
and your heart.
Row upon row,
of neatly arranged books,
bound books,
for the most part.
Every subject,
many languages.
Back in the days,
when dinosaurs walked the earth,
the 80’s,
this is what seating looked like in libraries,
The library at my college,
was housed in the old chapel part,
of a convent,
and it sort of looked like that,
add a little squalor,
worse chairs,
formica tables,
and some pretty light,
from the stained glass windows,
and,
you have a close approximation.
Nowadays,
libraries are all chrome and glass,
witness our Bibliotheque Nationale,
right here in Montreal,
It’s nice,
it’s clean,
it’s functional.
An impressive amount,
of people use it,
and the project,
came in on time,
and on budget.
This might not be impressive,
in your kneck of the woods,
but,
in Québec,
it is practically unique.
When, I went to,
Concordia University,
a no name,
no reputation,
popular,
university,
here,
in Montreal.
The library was housed,
in a riquety old building,
with riquety old elevators,
the stacks were very narrow,
and you could hear the hum,
of neon lights,
nothing sexy or inspiring,
about it,
more horror movie,
setting.
Which might explain why I can’t find a picture
For years,
I didn’t go to the library.
I bought books,
and haunted bookstores,
both,
new and used.
A year ago,
or so,
I went back to the library.
I’m glad I did,
the smell of it,
wow,
like coming home.
There are few things in life,
more important than,
a feeling of home.
For me,
the smell of roasting chicken,
mom style,
the smell of clean sheets,
the light smell of fresh,
impossible to define,
on,
a woman’s kneck or hair,
home,
comfort,
sensuality.
Libraries are sensuous for their,
smell,
for what they represent,
knowledge,
discovery,
escape.
The library engages my senses,
and brings me peace of mind.
I think I’ll go for a visit,
soon,
maybe,
today.
Later girls,
BB
**addendum went to the library and took out Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin, next on my list for The GLBTQ Challenge and in the spirit of Cass’ book apocalypse, Gertrude Stein, fun stuff. Still reading -Jude The Obscure and will review/appreciate soon***
