At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan




addictions

Untitled_Panorama1 I've been collecting cheap--10-50 cents--books for a very long time, intending to use them somehow?
My studio and every available bit of storage is given over to these potential masterpieces.
Some are destined to become the covers of my journals.

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Some will be cannibalized and regurgitated as artworks.
The paperbacks are only 50 or so years old; but seem as obsolete as novels from the 18th century.
Time seems to be moving faster, spiraling inwards on itself.
What will happen when it's impossibly compressed, tangled and rendered indecipherable.
Will it implode; will we--those that survive--simply start again, drawing in the dirt, carving tablets?
Are we doomed to the Cartesian space time.
How long IS a piece of string?

 ©-l.m.noonan-2008

6 comments:

Colette Amelia said...

good to see another collector of valuable material that will have a purpose besides taking up valuable real estate. Now how come everybody does not share the vision?

Michael Rawluk said...

I have some novels older than I which seem as fresh as one written today.

David Howard said...

The book covers and their contents seem to be encapsulated time works of human endeavours. Sort of the debris of past purposes and creative emanations. These books are definitely time locked but yet, here they are trapped in an eddy at Candle Mountain. Maybe all this creativity of people producing more faster and faster, heap upon heap, is what we do when we are 'Waiting for Godot' - sort of advanced thumb twirling.

I believe the string is shorter than an infinite length and longer than an atom - but I could be wrong.

chook said...

Do you have trouble, like me, of ripping up books? It's as though they have been written for me and I am damaging the authors' trust.
Or it could just be the ruler slap I got as a child for using a crayon in one. Sigh. The damage they did!

Bridie said...

Sounds like a great collection, I like the idea of using some of the covers for journals.
I never hang onto anything for long but I like the idea of it.
I wonder what will happen with the world.

JafaBrit's Art said...

I am just hanging onto the piece of string.

Boy I would like to sit and explore the collection of books.