A spine poem I created whilst living in Tully
‘Return tutor; bookshop; purchase it all.’
Well not really, just three books.
But since cyclone Yasi I haven’t been purchasing many books, more giving them away to good homes or recycling them into art (yes some were too mouldy to do anything else with them).
I realised after moving house twice in quick succession, and after the delicate operation of rescuing physical books, that we owned far too many; I swore after several ute trips with books and some heavy lifts up stairs with books, only to add as I subtracted (ie buy one give one away).
Why own books anyway we can always make trips to the library? Up until I was sixteen I owned about 25 books. I saved all my pocket money to buy several JD Salinger books. At the time I just loved his writing and having…
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