Poem: “A Life With No Books” by Mark Hinton
One of the reasons I started this blog was to try to break my cycle of writing something, rewriting it, sitting on it for years and decades, then… more often than not… just tossing it away. Over the years I have written one complete novel, one almost complete novel, parts of several mystery novels, many short stories of various genres, and, of course, scores and scores of poems. Most have followed the same course and ended up eventually thrown away before seeing the light of day.
Now I experiment with “posting” these transitory ramblings. Something so far out of my comfort zone that I cannot help but believe that it must be good for me. Discomfort awakens our senses… extreme discomfort can awaken our souls.
Today a poem about the books that are piled about my house and life.
Enjoy!
Reddo
The poem that once
appeared in this space
is being re-drafted
and re-typed.It will be re-posted
someday soon
at MontanaWriter.com.
Stay tuned!
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Jerry, I think you are onto something. In our information age, knowledge and truth are lighter, a few key strokes only… not massive tomes. But the weight of so much information… that seems to only grow and grow.
These days, in my opinion, the only difference is that instead of books, our discovered little truths are often consigned to files and folders on a hard drive, carefully filed away, perhaps (or perhaps not) easier to retrieve. The issue remains unchanged. If anything, the situation has accelerated because of tools like search engines, which make it no longer as necessary to seek and acquire a particular book. It’s a different “life with no books” from the poem’s intent.