I saw this fabulous idea just today over on Stan Carey‘s blog: Book spine poems.
I went around to my bookcases and grabbed a book here, another there, until my arms could barely hold them comfortably and I was in danger of capsizing.
This was a strangely intimate process. I felt more turned inside out of myself than I expected, perhaps more aware of parts of my brain than usual when writing a poem.
For then, I’m usually sunk within the creativity and not thinking of myself at all. Here I was all active and alive and lit up, yet at the same time in a trance-like state focusing on nothing but these books.
I can’t wait to do this again.
Here’s what I came up with, and thank goodness for punctuation:
The Once & Future King
The once and future king,
A river in the sky.
Life, the universe, and everything;
The mote in God’s eye.
At the back of the North Wind,
beyond the looking glass,
The end of faith—
It’s easier than you
…does it matter?
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