http://www.the-book-prowler.net Thu, 02 Apr 2009 01:59:12 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Who would believe the city could be so lovely? The streets gashes of golden fire, the towers glowing like blocks of radium, filled with a rich, cool burning, and the endless stream of the traffic that flows by the glittering river like a necklace strung with beads of light and draped on the shoulders of the city; ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2009/03/manhattan-at-twilight-seen-from-the-palisades/ 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. ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/11/im-a-mechanic-not-a-performer/ Over the next two weeks, there will be an influx of young men and women into our home.  They will be staying for 1 day up to 2+ weeks.  They're all alumni of a program called LeapNow, in which they spend one college semester as a group traveling through foreign ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/leapnow-2/ 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 ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/william-carlos-williams/ 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... See more of Brian Taylor's work here http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/candykiller/ It is never enough to know what you want. 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 ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/the-wish-to-be-believed-2/ 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 ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/im-going-to-the-chapel-and-im-gonna-get-married/ (From the Persian Of Oumara, 10th Century) Ah, would that I could hide within my songs And, every time you sang them, kiss your lips. Black Marigolds & Coloured Stars. Translated by E. Powys Mathers, Introduction by Tony Harrison. Anvil Press, 2004. Softcover. $10.00 http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/distich/ I planned to write very little personal content on this blog (focus on the book world). But sometimes the personal takes over, as is the case with Poppy. Some stupid driver...well, you can imagine the rest. Poppy came to us with her mother and seven siblings. My daughter, Eliza, had ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/05/poppy/ 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. ... http://www.the-book-prowler.net/2008/04/the-dumbing-down-of-women%e2%80%99s%e2%80%a6book-covers/