But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
“…like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones…” That’s beautiful.
Via quite cheeky.Public Collectors is a big fan of guerrilla libraries and the People’s Library at Occupy Wall Street in particular. To encourage and support this work, I’ve reprinted Mandy Henk’s excellent essay “Occupy Libraries: Guerrilla Librarianship for the People” as a big, color offset, double-sided postcard. This is the front side of the postcard. You can read the full essay here.
2,500 copies were printed and a thousand of these cards will travel with People’s Library librarians to be given away when they speak at the American Library Association Midwinter conference in Dallas on Saturday, January 21st. More details on that presentation and their work here.
If you’d like to support this project and receive a couple copies in the mail, please consider making a donation of $1.00 or more to my Paypal email address. If you donate more than a couple dollars, I’ll throw in a free Public Collectors booklet and additional ephemera. Thanks.Look, Beck!
Very cool.
I couldn’t live a week without a private library - indeed, I’d part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I’d let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.
– H.P. Lovecraft (via ardra-aalavadhaan)All the more reason to love the man…
Via BookloverFor poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
– Mary Oliver(Source: carsinmycoffee)
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