Showing posts with label book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label book. Show all posts
06 March 2013
30 October 2012
29 October 2012
19 October 2012
12 October 2012
11 October 2012
Quite True.
While driving from Dorset to Maynooth, we happened upon a tiny used "bookshop" on highway 60 in Algonquin Park. It was more like a little trailer (a treasure island to me, if you will ;), run by a tiny old lady that was also selling some knitted things. Everything was priced $1 or 50 cents, and there were a whole bunch of old children's books with excellent cover art (one of my very weak spots). I bought a whole pile and threw them into the back seat of the car.
Here is one of them:
Here is one of them:
10 October 2012
28 September 2012
24 September 2012
Owl's Nest, Fredericton
One of the best, most chaotic and interesting used bookstores I've ever visited ---------
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15 July 2012
05 July 2012
08 May 2012
Cut & Paste Book....................
Some of my favourites from the book, Cut & Paste: 21st-Century Collage By Richard Brereton & Caroline Roberts.........
Dani Sanchis
Julien Pacaud
Ashkan Honarvar
Tsilli Pines
Philippe Jusforgues
Dani Sanchis
Julien Pacaud
Ashkan Honarvar
Tsilli Pines
Philippe Jusforgues
22 March 2012
Chapter: The Psychometry of Books
An excerpt from Art Objects by Jeanette Winterson:
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I was brought up without books. An early unprinted existence where paper was something pasted on to walls and likely reading matter was either The Bible or the Army and Navy stores catalogue, always open at the underwear.
There was nothing perverted in this; without proper heating and in chilly Lancashire, a thermal one-piece was the essence of God; all-protecting, embracing, saving, generous. I still have a talent for sleeved vests, although mine now come from the Burlington Arcade, but without one of my early cast-offs, I might never have been brave enough to buy that first First Edition. I am wearing one now, book and vest. I have been wearing one since I was a small child, book and vest. Books and vests bound up together. Both protect me.
Brought up without books, my passion for them was, if not directly forbidden, discouraged. At that time I knew nothing of First Editions and their special lure but I associated books with magic. Their totemic qualities aroused me and I believed that to possess them was power.
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I trust books, and a wild trust is part of passion. If 'Nature never did betray the heart that loved her' then why should language? Nature was not forbidden to me, and it was through her silent speaking, that I began to understand the physical power of special objects, a power evident in my own library. Books that have the power to move me.
Never lie. Never say that something has moved you if you are still in the same place. You can pick up a book but a book can throw you across the room. A book can move you from a comfortable armchair to a rocky place where the sea is. A book can separate you from your husband, your wife, your children, all that you are. It can heal you out of a lifetime of pain. Books are kinetic, and like all huge forces, need to be handled with care.
But they do need to be handled. The pleasure in a book is, or should be, sensuous as well as aesthetic, visceral as well as intellectual.
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I was brought up without books. An early unprinted existence where paper was something pasted on to walls and likely reading matter was either The Bible or the Army and Navy stores catalogue, always open at the underwear.
There was nothing perverted in this; without proper heating and in chilly Lancashire, a thermal one-piece was the essence of God; all-protecting, embracing, saving, generous. I still have a talent for sleeved vests, although mine now come from the Burlington Arcade, but without one of my early cast-offs, I might never have been brave enough to buy that first First Edition. I am wearing one now, book and vest. I have been wearing one since I was a small child, book and vest. Books and vests bound up together. Both protect me.
Brought up without books, my passion for them was, if not directly forbidden, discouraged. At that time I knew nothing of First Editions and their special lure but I associated books with magic. Their totemic qualities aroused me and I believed that to possess them was power.
[......]
I trust books, and a wild trust is part of passion. If 'Nature never did betray the heart that loved her' then why should language? Nature was not forbidden to me, and it was through her silent speaking, that I began to understand the physical power of special objects, a power evident in my own library. Books that have the power to move me.
Never lie. Never say that something has moved you if you are still in the same place. You can pick up a book but a book can throw you across the room. A book can move you from a comfortable armchair to a rocky place where the sea is. A book can separate you from your husband, your wife, your children, all that you are. It can heal you out of a lifetime of pain. Books are kinetic, and like all huge forces, need to be handled with care.
But they do need to be handled. The pleasure in a book is, or should be, sensuous as well as aesthetic, visceral as well as intellectual.
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[Pg 121-123]
06 February 2012
08 January 2012
Very Small Selection from U.K. Notebook... + Tom
While I was in Scotland. I fell upon Analogue Books...
where I surprisingly discovered a book made by my friend Tom Cops!...
Of course I bought it, and finally met the guy several days later, for real, in person for the first time ever, after being zine penpals for over a decade!
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