first week of comic book school and i accidentally turned in one of my school library books to the united states postal service
immediately pANICKED
receipt:
good news though, a very amused postal worker called me and then delivered my book to the school P.O. box, and I was NOT banned from the school library for eternity as I'd feared
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Currently Reading: The Cat Who Saved Books by Sosuke Natsukawa
I love this book so far...it truly speaks to the heart of being a bookworm, a lover of books, someone who hides away from the world when the world is far too hard to stand.
Rintaro has just lost his grandfather and I'm doing so, gained a friend in a tabby cat named Tiger who needs Rintaro's help in saving other books in the world.
Being a book lover, take a look at this book and see if it speaks to you...with or without the cat.
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I found this feather stuck inside a book of poetry by W.H Auden, next to a poem called “Reflections in a Forest”.
Here’s the full text of the poem:
Within a shadowland of trees
Whose lives are so uprightly led
In nude august communities,
To move about seems underbred
And common any taste for words;
When, thoughtlessly, they took to song,
Whatever one may think of birds,
The example that they set was wrong.
In keeping still, in staying slow
For posture and for social ease,
How much these living statues ow
Their scent-and-color languages.
For who can quarrel without terms
For Not or Never, who can raise
Objections when what one affirms
Is necessarily the case?
But trees are trees, an alm or oak
Already both outside and in,
And cannot, therefore, counsel folk
Who have their unity to win.
Turn all tree-signals into speech,
And what comes out is a command:
'Keep running if you want to reach
The point of knowing where you stand.'
A truth at which one should arrive,
Forbids immediate utterance,
And tongues to speak it must contrive
To tell two different lies at once.
My chance of growing would be slim,
Were I with wooden honesty
To show my hand or heart to Him
Who will, if I should lose, be Me.
Our race would not have gotten far,
Had we not learned to bluff it out
And look more certain than we are
Of what our motion is about:
Nor need one be a cop to find
Undressing before others rude:
The most ascetic of our kind
Looks naked in the buff, not nude.
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