Bookish Quotes #22

"Reading books removes sorrow from the heart."
     ~ Moroccan Proverb

"I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved."
     ~ Barbara Kingsolver

Waxing Poetic: I Sat Belonely by John Lennon

I Sat Belonely

I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wonderous voice.
Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but I have no choice.

'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.

Such sofly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might

'I thought you were a lady',
I giggle,-well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up-and flew away.

The Glimpses of the Moon - Edith Wharton

     The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton is set during the Jazz Age of the 1920's.  It is a delightful and critical look at the upper "moneyed" class of the time.  I had been looking for a copy of the novel for a long time and read it in two days once I came across one.  The wait was definitely worth it.
     The novel begins with Suzy and Nick on their honeymoon in the borrowed home of a wealthy friend.  They both are caught up in the society of the international set of the time but both are without money of their own.  Suzy has spent her life riding on the coattails of rich friends and Nick is a writer trying to live off his writing.  At Suzy's suggestion, they have made a bargain:  they will marry and attempt to live as long as possible off the wedding checks and loan of homes of their wealthy friends (they estimate that with careful spending and planning that this will last a year.)  If at any point either of them meets someone who can offer them monetary advancement they will divorce on friendly terms.  They both agree and the plan seems fool proof.
     As their allotted time at the first borrowed house draws to a close their plan is shaken by a difference of opinion on what is acceptable in the "managing" Suzy is so adept at.  Although they had both been living off the largess of their wealthy friends before their marriage, Nick is more discriminating in what is and isn't allowable.  The problem first surfaces when Suzy packs the expensive cigars from the first house to take with them.  Nick forces her to unpack them and a little cloud hovers over their previous bliss.
     At the second house, Suzy finds out that the offer is contingent on her participation in a scheme to cover up a friend's infidelity.  She is torn between refusing on the basis of her growing sense of the moral rightness in Nick's view and the risk of the loss of the house.  She goes along with the scheme without telling Nick.  Inevitably, Nick discovers the conditions of their tenancy in the house and can no longer be a part of Suzy's "managing."  They are pulled apart by the conflict and each goes their separate way but without any formal closure to the relationship.
     They each try to move back into their old lives but they find that their time together has changed them and they no longer fit into the shallow world of the rich.  They have both had a glimpse at deeper, more meaningful life outside the empty world of the careless rich.  Although they both attempt to move on, neither one can forget the other.  Their little plan has become something more - they have learned to love. 
     They move from misunderstanding to misunderstanding, always at odds in a little comedy of errors played out against the background of Wharton's bigger social commentary on the superficial lives of the filthy rich.  Amid their careless friends who move from place to place to placate their endless boredom and discard relationships on a whim, Suzy and Nick learn the value of love and a meaningful life.
     A wonderful read!

~ Frances

Bookish Quotes #21

 "I am a part of everything that I have read."
     ~ John Kieran

"All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was."
     ~ Ernest Hemingway

Waxing Poetic: The Geraniums by Genevieve Taggard

     
     Genevieve Taggard (1894-1948) was an American poet.  Known to her friends as "Jed", Taggard published over 10 collections of poetry and had a substantial following.  Her poetry ranges from the deeply personal poems of her early career to her later verse of social commentary.

The Geraniums

Even if the geraniums are artificial
Just the same,
In the rear of the Italian cafe
Under the nimbus of electric light
They are red; no less red
For how they were made. Above
The mirror and the napkins
In the little white pots ...
... In the semi-clean cafe
Where they have good
Lasagne ... The red is a wonderful joy
Really, and so are the people
Who like and ignore it. In this place
They also have good bread.

Bookish Quotes #20

   

 "It's not that I don't like people.  It's just that when I'm in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest - there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book."
     ~ Maureen Corrigan

"Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us."
     ~ Cornelia Funke

Waxing Poetic: The Cat's Song by Marge Piercy

  

     Marge Piercy is an American novelist and poet.  Just had to post this poem.  Fellow cat lovers, enjoy!

The Cat's Song

Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says
the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing
milk from his mother's forgotten breasts.

Let us walk in the woods, says the cat.
I'll teach you to read the tabloid of scents,
to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt.
Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.

You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends,
says the cat, although I am more equal than you.
Can you leap twenty times the height of your body?
Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?

Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch.
My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard.
My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings
walking round and round your bed and into your face.

Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.