Dylan, Beatles, Stones, cowboys, classic author or two, a worst case scenario edition and even an old science book thrown in for good measure, that a quick look a section of a bookcase in the den. Interesting how the vertical authors are sort of sandwiched by music. Although this section really has no rhyme or reason to its placement, when I take a step back it becomes a bit symbolic of me. An immeasurable piece of my heart and soul centers around writers and music. Hawthorne's Marble Fawn holds a special place in my library, and who can forget those Sunday nights when Ed Sullivan finally streaked his outstretched arm to the left and yelled, the Beatles... to the screaming masses. I must admit, while others concerned themselves with Lennon and McCartney, it was George, 'the quiet one' that piqued my interest. And the night the Stones hit the stage, in their sweaters, as opposed to the Beatles suits and ties, I was struck by the utter aloofness of Keith, standing in a world of his own. At first glance, a seemingly haphazard placement of books, really helps reveal a bit about who I am. Now, Dylan's words and music... I'd need another page.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Books and Music
Dylan, Beatles, Stones, cowboys, classic author or two, a worst case scenario edition and even an old science book thrown in for good measure, that a quick look a section of a bookcase in the den. Interesting how the vertical authors are sort of sandwiched by music. Although this section really has no rhyme or reason to its placement, when I take a step back it becomes a bit symbolic of me. An immeasurable piece of my heart and soul centers around writers and music. Hawthorne's Marble Fawn holds a special place in my library, and who can forget those Sunday nights when Ed Sullivan finally streaked his outstretched arm to the left and yelled, the Beatles... to the screaming masses. I must admit, while others concerned themselves with Lennon and McCartney, it was George, 'the quiet one' that piqued my interest. And the night the Stones hit the stage, in their sweaters, as opposed to the Beatles suits and ties, I was struck by the utter aloofness of Keith, standing in a world of his own. At first glance, a seemingly haphazard placement of books, really helps reveal a bit about who I am. Now, Dylan's words and music... I'd need another page.
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Beautiful photo! Nothing to do with your wonderful post here really...but my sister's name is Yoko.
ReplyDeletebelle photo de la bibliotheque et bon choix.
ReplyDeleteHAPPY NEW YEAR
Oh I love this row of well read and much loved books Birdman, somehow the covers were so much more attractive back then, better colours and definitely more strongly made, all the better for constant use!! I wish yourself and Elenka a very Happy New Year.
ReplyDeleteI love peeking into other people's libraries. Hours is interesting.
ReplyDeleteMuch different from my bookcase, although our interests intersect at numerous points...
ReplyDeleteWhy is it I'm not surprised by your "timeless" birdhouse? :-)
Okay, gimme a teapot and leave me alone for a couple of days.
ReplyDeleteI love the mixture of old and new on the book shelf. Mine looks quite similar.
ReplyDeleteGreat mixture of books Birdman. I remember that 1st Beatle appearance on Ed Sullivan well! Have you read Keith Richard's "Life"?
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love to look at someone's shelves to see what the person likes. It tells a lot.Your an interesting mix! :o)
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
Maylss is right, I see a person's character in the contents of their bookcase. Especially if someone uses the bookcase for something other than books.
ReplyDeleteMine is a bit of a jumble.
RedPat... of course I've read it. Hey, it's one of the glitter twins.
ReplyDeleteI love this photo of books. I grew up listening the the stones, beatles, three dog night, etc...due to my dad having great taste in music.
ReplyDeleteThis is a self portrait. It is interesting to see how you see yourself. Your books and mine are very different. I liked the Beatles and Stones, but tonight I am watching a special about James Taylor and Carol King and feel more comfortable with that genre.
ReplyDeleteNothing in the world like a good read.
ReplyDeleteRight about Dylan: put some bleachers out in the sun and have it out on Highway 61. Words that still rattle through my brain since adolescence. Little did I know when walking from the subway to high school in the Bronx that Highway 61 runs through St. Louis.
ReplyDeletehallelujah.
ReplyDeleteI like what Jack says about this being a self-portrait - and like Malyss, I love seeing other people's bookshelves! Thanks for the photo.
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