OPEN BOOK. I have been silent for months and I apologise. Soon nothing will stand between me and this clean sheet of virtual paper. Forgive a bumbling author playing publisher, and incompetently. Open Book will be my general blog about things that interest, events that occur, people I encounter and I suppose an unadulterated mirror to the world I see. It will be found here, as always.(poems ,reflections,indignations)
CARELESS TALK ( COSTS LlVES?) will be the book blog and you will find it over here
In the meantime I give you this poem posted on the Story Eating Ape’s Blog by Mark Strand and fela2fela. It expresses my recent life better than I could have done.
Eating Poetry by Mark Strand.
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.
PHI lippa. Letters of Love 