I’m a Mechanic, not a Performer…Maybe both?
Inadvertently, Ian Kahn of LuxMentis has shamed me into a resumption of blogging. He mentioned my blog in a post, and my cheeks became inflamed at the idea that others may click through the link to my blog and find the last posting occurred in…May?? That’s embarrassing. How does Chris Lowenstein of Book Hunter’s Holiday do it consistently AND eloquently? Is it discipline? Hmm, must put that on my Christmas list.
Ian was having a bit of fun with a blog analyzing tool “Typealyzer“. I definitely don’t belong in the “Performer” category, especially as Chris Lowenstein is in there! (See aforementioned discipline).
Description of “The Performer”: The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. [Definitely Chris] They live in the present moment and don’t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.
The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.
No, I think I’m more of a “Mechanic”:
The independent and problem-solving type. They are especially attuned to the demands of the moment are masters of responding to challenges that arise spontaneously. They generelly prefer to think things out for themselves and often avoid inter-personal conflicts.
The Mechanics enjoy working together with other independent and highly skilled people and often like seek fun and action both in their work and personal life. They enjoy adventure and risk such as in driving race cars or working as policemen and firefighters.
Go plug in your own blog, or 2-3 of your favorites. Do the descriptions fit?
William Carlos Williams
It is not commonly known that William Carlos Williams was a physician as well as poet. This poem reminds me of my time as a home care nurse.
Complaint
They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
in the rigid wheeltracks.
The door opens.
I smile, enter and
shake off the cold.
Here is a great woman
on her side in the bed.
She is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to give birth to
a tenth child. Joy! Joy!
Night is a room
darkened for lovers,
through the jalousies the sun
has sent one gold needle!
I pick the hair from her eyes
and watch the misery
with compassion.
Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams
Introduction by Randall Jarrell. [1991] $10.00
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Candykiller
The beauty of simple paper & ink. I am intrigued by his style and infatuated with the Letterpress Print~in an odd, beautifully haunted, childhood kinda way…
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The Wish To Be Believed
The brick in your hand, dampened but solid, crumbles,
and a boundary being built, in the midst of building,
stops. (Why shouldn’t one say what it is like?
How would they ever know, otherwise?)
You find in your pocket a key, two keys,
one with a curlicued stem, heavy, absurd,
the other perfectly blank, anonymous.
Who know what they open; you glance at keyholes.
It is like - you can’t, after all, say exactly.
And the rooms, supposing you enter them calmly,
are different from your own; one is bare,
with a gilt-framed mirror facing the door.
Suppose you are tempted to insert your face~
you see a face, and the door closing.
And you go on the half-built boundary,
clicking the keys together, entering.
And you reach, finally, a vivid, absolute place,
and stand in the center, saying to someone,
“Believe. Believe this is what I see.”
Poetry, November 1965, Volume 107, Number 2
Henry Rago, editor. Chicago, Illinois.
I’m going to the chapel…
and I’m, gonna get married…
Actually, I’m going to a book fair to exhibit my books, and will be playing Minister. A Book Fair is a Chapel, and holds all that is Holy within. While there, I want to marry each book to its new owner…even if it means that the new spouse is a swapper (who will loan their books out, and trade for other good books), or a serial monogamist (who is always ready for a new love), or a polygamist (many loves of different genres, all under one roof). If I were to categorize myself, I think I’d be a cross between a polygamist and a serial monogamist.
However, if I were just a plain ol’ monogamist, would that be to one genre? One author? Or just the one, special book?
What relationship do you have with your books?
See me at the Gold Rush Book Fair to be matched up with your new love…
The Dumbing Down of Women’s…Book Covers
I admit to passing on books because of their cover photos, and the blurbs on the back, especially if there’s a plethora of pink, or very high heels on legs that stop at the waist…Do publishers deliberately create these covers in an attempt to attract readers? You bet they do. Do publishers think women are dumb? What do you think? Click here to read Karen Heller’s thoughts.
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