...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ...
(Sá de Miranda)
EARLY MORNING BLOGS1664 - Used BooksI like them dog-eared and lawnsoft,and savor the character of winestainand thumbsmudge,the tear-warp between pages,scrawl lolling down margins,x’s, question and check marksscratched out as anchors.They kindle affinity with readerswho’ve leafed through before, housea kinship of signatures, conjuring townsand streets in states I’ll never visit.They preach the economy of timberand purses, while scribbled datesevoke evenings spent couch-loungingthrough past springs and winters.Though they come off the press crispand unsullied, I like them usedfor the gust of tinder and sawdust,the waft of feathers adrift in a hayloft.I turn the yellow hem of the pages,a hue half neon, half tubercular,like the wallpaper of a motelnicotine-thick with confessionswhere with the fray, I find reposeunder covers well plumbedand sepulchral.
(Sarah Jane Sloat)
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