Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Mark Strand

A Nomadic Library

“A nomadic library, a transport system and an intimate space. Inspired by ancient travelling libraries from the Far East, which visited courts and cities, (this bookshelf) transforms this into a personal space, where walking and reading coexist as refuge and transport.”

(via: notcot )

For a More Seductive Coffee Break…

I’ve always thought Carte Noir Readers was a genius idea (Really attractive British stars reading from classic Penguin books – how can this combination go wrong?)

I’m thrilled that they’ve just added Joseph Fiennes (of Shakespeare in Love fame) into the roster! You can see him read from Thomas Hardy’s “Far from the Madding Crowd” here.