Pages are cavernous places, white at entrance, black in absorption. Echo. If I’m transformed by language, I am often crouched in footnote or blazing in title. Where in the body do I begin; What’s your deal with burnout, my librarian aka Mr. Minus? After several months of listening to me speak from your shelves, you’ve […]
I will stop speaking tomorrow here, in this medium and so I have to make sure every word counts. My librarian once told me – told you through me – that he wanted to flesh out my voice; make it singular. He wanted you to be able to hear the rustle of language as I […]
He cannot talk to his father about Our Library of the Future, but even if he could, I don’t know if he would be able to. There is a (radical?) softness to his openness to the flow of books from here to there, not to mention my presence as a narrator of sorts, that questions […]
As Minus Plato careens towards its end, my librarian (who is and is not Mr. Minus), continues to gather books at my prompting. For today’s selection, it is all about words, words, words, all over everything. (You know the score). These books about words contain worlds (and wounds) and, within their pages, they almost seem […]