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JACK GILBERT Collected Poems. New York: Knopf, 2012.
p 316. 319. 330. cover.
see also: Waiting and Finding
What Is There to Say
“Jack Gilbert, The Art of Poetry No. 91″ The Paris Review
Strand, Mark. Almost Invisible. New York : Knopf, 2012.
excerpt
Photo: KIRBY
Libraries build communities, not consumers.
Question to public libraries: Must we go the way of the consumer? Can’t we continue to strengthen what we do best—remaining a library—the heart/hub of any vital community? Libraries build real communities in much needed, vanishing public spaces, not just disposable digital ones.
We’ve been here before. They said microfilm would outlast paper, too.
Photos 1&2: quisnovus
“Who do I want notified in case of emergency?”
The fear is not for what is lost. The fear is for what is still to be lost. You may see nothing still to be lost. Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.
JOAN DIDION reads from Blue Nights (in bookstores now)
Read an excerpt
See/hear JOAN DIDION at IFOA November 8th / $10
*see also: In Loss, a Mother Explores Dark Questions and Bright Memories
Took a stroll for a look-see. The glass cube isn’t nearly the scale I had pictured (and way too respectful of the existing building). Still, exciting and it’s coming along…
Thank goodness we still have here, with a beautiful new circ desk, self-serve check-out and book displays. Nicely done. (Same goes for Northern District.)
Pictured: T-Ref under construction.
Photos: KIRBY
“Reading his tattoos is more fun than reading any book ever written.”
So rare to find real treasure. Awe-inspiring. Magical. Classic.
Nesquens, Daniel. MY TATTOOED DAD. Trans. Elisa Amado. Ill. Sergio Mora. Toronto : Groundswell, 2011.
MICHAEL CUNNINGHAM meets JAMES FRANCO
“Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.” [not 'work-friendly']
