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**************Please do not delete,I send this message only one time,in order to introduce some japan website.IF you delete,I will publish every day.*************** |
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Places For Books |
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I am from JAPAN,I want to introduce some very good JAPAN sites to you ,so you can find something about JAPAN cluture,people. |
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[Via Negativa] I walked through dimly lit stacks chanting an LC call number like the name of a long-gone lover, rustling through the fallen pages which were already up above my ankles. This rain will go on for months. When it stops, the sky will reach all the way to the ground: an appalling brightness. |
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Fed up with the antics of imbecile politicans and their scheming handlers, with catastrophes, natural and manmade; with the whole toxic media smorgasbord of sex, lies, selfishness, gluttony, anger and laziness, I offer the following, which is lighter than air, tongue-in-cheek and in [irremediably bad taste.] |
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If you want something uplifting, visit the excellent blogs of the talented contributors to this wiki ... or try [this ...] |
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Harrumph. -- p. |
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[Feathers of Hope (Numenius)] Oh, to journey to the great bookstores of the world... [Hoarded Ordinaries] As cruel fate would have it, I've never had enough room for books. When I lived with my parents in Ohio, I was a mad collector of dust: my bookshelves were filled with, yes, books, and model horses, and knicknacks of every stripe. Under the bed, I had boxes of bones: owl pellets, scavenged rodent jaws, a whole and entire deer skull. Crammed in my closet were scrapbooks full of clippings, stamps, bottlecaps. If it could be held, captured, or scavenged, I found a way to collect it. And if it had pages that could be turned, I wanted to read it, own it, hoard it. [Beginner's Mind] There are books in every room of our house. I've had to take art work off the wall to make room for bookcases. On many of the bookcases the books are stacked two deep. Suffice it to say our house resembles a library. [alembic] What my Hungarian Shakespeare used to tempt me with was, of course, an idyllic landscape for escape and romance, courtesy of the magic carpet of words. |
[Via Negativa] I walked through dimly lit stacks chanting an LC call number like the name of a long-gone lover, rustling through the fallen pages which were already up above my ankles. This rain will go on for months. When it stops, the sky will reach all the way to the ground: an appalling brightness.
If you want something uplifting, visit the excellent blogs of the talented contributors to this wiki ... or try [this ...]
Harrumph. -- p.
[Feathers of Hope (Numenius)] Oh, to journey to the great bookstores of the world...
[Hoarded Ordinaries] As cruel fate would have it, I've never had enough room for books. When I lived with my parents in Ohio, I was a mad collector of dust: my bookshelves were filled with, yes, books, and model horses, and knicknacks of every stripe. Under the bed, I had boxes of bones: owl pellets, scavenged rodent jaws, a whole and entire deer skull. Crammed in my closet were scrapbooks full of clippings, stamps, bottlecaps. If it could be held, captured, or scavenged, I found a way to collect it. And if it had pages that could be turned, I wanted to read it, own it, hoard it.
[Beginner's Mind] There are books in every room of our house. I've had to take art work off the wall to make room for bookcases. On many of the bookcases the books are stacked two deep. Suffice it to say our house resembles a library.
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