Please accept this
book as a small
token of appreciation
for helping us out
during the Scocco
meeting of “Our Silent
Friends”
Sincerely,
L. Smith, Mgr.
Baptist Book Store
The Joy of Words, J.G. Ferguson Publishing, Chicago, 1960.
Thanks to Rich Brown, who says:
“The misspelled Scocco in the inscription refers to Shocco Springs
in Talladega, Alabama which was and still is a Baptist conference
center and camp. The Baptist Book Store is still in operation in
Birmingham, Alabama. “Our Silent Friends” meeting refers to a
meeting for the deaf, probably a retreat. This inscription is probably
from the early 60’s.”
MATT—
HE MAY BE AN ASSHOLE, BUT
HE WRITES A DAMN GOOD BOOK.
CONGRATULATIONS, AND MERRY
CHRISTMAS!
JAY
Hardball by Chris Matthews
Thanks to Erik in DC!
To Billy and
Clink—
One of the
Truest Visions
of Life as We
Know It.
Rita +
John
the falling sickness, a book of plays by Russell Edson.
Thanks to Jeremy in DC!
Christmas Day 1943
To Mummy
Wishing you a very happy
Christmas, and let’s hope it
is the last wartime one.
Mark
The House of Macmillan (1843-1943) by Charles Morgan.
Found at Alabaster Books off Union Square, New York.
For Tracler, for whom
legions are plum
crazy
Posty/1980
Plum Crazy: A Book About Beach Plums by Elizabeth Post Mirel
To Gidget
This reminds
me so much of our
friendship over the years
Love
Midge
Found in A Castle of Books, Stanton, CA.
Ana Marie Cox
“I don’t think
that is valid”
—Vassil Mitzeu
Grounding for the Metaphysics of Morals by Immanuel Kant. Translated by James W. Ellington.
Found by the project’s great friend, Erik Cooke.
poem #1
talking about love
the meaning of sex
and agreeing to let our
humor go
as the first eve of spring blows
in the door, bringing with it the
sweet green small of damp lawn and
rain, the hum of traffic and voices from
across the alley.
poem #2
stepping into deep new snow
in a night made silver by
moonlight and ice
big, sot flakes of white
stick to my hair and skin
then melt and run
down like tears
but I don’t cry.
Not now,
with your arm around
me, resting easily
on my shoulders
upon me like
a promise or a smile
or a gift
poem #3
the sun has warmed me for so long-
so I take my book
turn on the stereo
and pretend that it is spring already
lost in my philosophy
I barely hear you
but I do. And I go to you,
you calling my name with
a question mark at the end,
I go to you.
And you tell me that nothing is the matter, that
nothing is wrong, but that you just
wanted to see if I was there.
#4
can’t speak sometimes
when I think of him,
remember closeness
that even in memory,
faded, many times renewed
memory, sent secret chills
thru me.
#5
give time
to me
speckle the
ground
sunlight and
too few shadows
“self-evident”
unprovable
assumption
pure, unadulterated
REASON
25 min.
yeah.
I don’t know how I
feel about people wearing
my cleats, tho!
moves slow
