Time seemed not to matter inside the windowless building; the World’s Biggest was never a place to go if you only had 10 minutes to pick something up. You could do that of course, but rushing missed the point of the place: the happenstance discovery of books we didn’t now we needed.
SHAWN MICALLEF Why we’ll miss the World’s Biggest Bookstore. The Toronto Star, November 25, 2014.
Pictured: Two books I didn’t know existed (or that I needed) found last night at BMV on Edward Street next to the now demolished World’s Biggest.
A nosegay of pansies leans toward us in a glass of water
on a white tablecloth bright in the sunlight
at the ocean where children are frolicking,
then looking around and wondering—
about what we cannot say, for we are imagining
how we would kill the disgusting man and woman
at the next table. Tonight we could throw an electrical storm
into their bed. No more would they spit on the veranda!
from The Absolutely Huge and Incredible Injustice in the World
see also: The world is wrong.
CITY PARK LIBRARY
City Park Cooperative, Toronto
Now you walk in Paris alone among the crowd
Herds of bellowing buses hemming you about
Anguish of love parching you within
As though you were never to be loved again
Guillaume Apollinaire Zone trans. Samuel Beckett