Your Library

A library seems random
Unless it is your own:
The taken paths to get those books,
Haphazard and unknown.

Enthusiasms come and go,
We swim in different waters;
At times we nearly (almost) drown,
And others, splash like otters —

We find ourselves, or find that we
Are not quite who we thought;
Or lose ourselves, entranced in tales
Exactly as we sought —

In word and story, rhyme and tale,
In tension or in languor,
The thrill of lives we’ll never know,
The taste of love, or anger,

Or learning: these, our lives, or hopes,
Our early dreams begotten,
That stir within us in our sleep,
Like echoes, unforgotten.

But though the senses fade with time,
They don’t need much reminding
To thrill to that familiar type —
The scent of old cracked binding —

For what you’ve read is who you’ve been,
The library assembler —
And it’s still there for you, for me,
If we would just


Come Read With Me

Come read with me, let’s find a world apart

That we have seldom seen, or never known;

We’ll find the depths beneath the broken heart,

The flower waiting, where the sun’s ne’er shone


For there’s a universe of teal and chrome

And amethyst wherever we light look:

Come read with me, we’ll journey from our home,

The galaxy is ours: just grab

A book

Books: The Patchwork Girl of Oz

The Patchwork Girl of Oz

Imagine then
Once Tolkien wrote the Hobbit
That it was made into a movie musical
And that was all of his work
That almost anybody knew

No greater fantasy world known to me
Has been largely lost
Than the one constructed
By L. Frank Baum

Retconned by MGM
And Gregory Maguire
To brilliant effect
No doubt

But missing the glorious array
Of characters, places and situations
Of the originals

People starving in Munchkin land
A boy orphaned and forced to fend for himself
A living cat made of glass
A living girl made from patchwork scraps

Genuine danger in a children’s book
Beautifully illustrated
Creating a world like no other

Ever imagined

Book Review: Forward the Foundation

Forward the Foundation

I’ve saved this book for over twenty years
And only read it now
And since it is only nominally science fiction
But really a sort of lyrical musing on aging
I’m glad I waited
It makes so much more sense to me at 52
Than it would of at 31

Asimov: one of my favorite writers
Although I loved him for his science essays
Long before I ever read his fiction

The original Foundation trilogy was a great favorite
That I read first in the 1980’s
And when the new Foundation books came out
I read the first two of those
And had been saving the last two
(The prequels)
Until a couple of weeks ago

The second of the two prequels
Was a kind of throwback
Written in the style of the original Trilogy
That had been penned 40 years prior
Connected short stories
With longish discontinuities in time

But this book had a special feel
The glow of a man approaching death
And meditating on the meaning of a life’s work
And how doing it to the best of one’s abilities
Can cost so much in relationships

I would recommend this book to anyone, but
Only after reading the other six Foundation books
In the order they were written
(Not following the internal chronology)

And when you get to the end
And you think back over all that has come before
In a series of books written over an almost 50 year period
The scope of imagination involved
Is truly

Books: The Emerald City of Oz


If you’ve never seen living Cuttenclips, or Fuddles
Or listened to Rigmaroles or Flutterbudgets
Or traveled to Utensia, Bunbury, or Bunnybury
And if you’ve never listened to a zebra arguing geography with a crab —

If you’ve never trembled before the united armies of
The Growleywogs, Phanfasms and Whimsies
United under the Nome King —

If you think that Oz is a place for movies and musicals —

Then you’ve never read this book 

And I feel kind of sorry for you