You are what you read…

 

“Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.”  

  • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

 

“I must say I find television very educational. The minute somebody turns it on, I go to the library and read a good book.”   – Groucho Marx

 

“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”   – Oscar Wilde

 

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You are what you read

 

That is what he said

I read it today

On his blog

One of the lines

On his blog post

Re-reading Borges

Caught my attention

Waved that carrot

Of taking a line

For a walk

Across a snowy white sheet

Virginal papers – now splattered

With specks of black – letters

Letters forming words

Tony’s poem puts it out there

You are what you read

I think back to the diet of this year

My summer sustained by

Hemingway – a little light reading

Then on to Sinclair Lewis

Earlier in the year there were

Antoine Saint Exupery

The Little Prince – resplendent

En français et anglais

Speaking to me in my

Annual reading of each

Jasper Fforde for humor

There is always a generous

Helping of poetry on the menu

Baudelaire, Paul Éluard, en français

Recently discovered, Serge Roy

With a generous helping

Of Dorothy Parker and Neruda,

Razor sharp wit and passion

Books about writing – reminding

Me, to just write

Journal of a Swedish ancestor

Crossing the plains circa 1890’s

The book thief, several memoirs

Biographies of the great and everyday people

Tony, it is just as you say

You are what you read

Damned!

“My Alma mater was books, a good library… I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.”   – Malcolm X

 

“We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.”    –  B. F. Skinner

 

“You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.”   – Dr. Seuss

 

Damned!

 

Damned!

Again and again

You introduce me

To another author

I haven’t read before

Before now

Before this discovery

Something in a title

Or description

Catches my eye

Inflames my curiosity

And the world

Of another author

Is opened to me

Perhaps this one

Will hook me

And more of

Their work

Lines my

Overcrowded shelves

Can’t you hear them groan

DEMANDING

To be read?

Piled so high they

LEAN over edges

Hunger for more

Les livres

Well loved stories

Searching for what else

The author has written

Words, stories, poems

I never could keep

This addiction secret

Hooked so young

A passion often key

In forming new friendships

Yes, that is me

I am damned

Damned to a life

Of books

Merci beaucoup!

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Bisous

Léa