Snapshots of My Childs

I was walking around in my library the other day, cam in hand, & decided to take a few snaps of what was there. For one, so I could continue my new trend of letting the pics do the talkin on this blog, for two, to document what was standing next to what--because it remains, except for a few small sections, entirely unorganized since I last unpacked it more than 6 months ago.

Such a status has rendered it almost useless several times, as you search through the whole fucker looking for the one single book. But, as all collectors know, the fruitless search becomes the pleasure, as you find something else usually more interesting & forget about the initial target. Then, a few days later, you look up & right in front of your face, the book you couldn't find come hell or high water before is looking right at you.

So many of these pics are both random in my selection to photograph them (as opposed to some other section) & random in their arrangement. Somewhere between 5 to 10% of the whole is accounted for in the following photos. The amount of prose versus poesie is an interesting outcome, but then again there was an entire alley of the collection that was too narrow to photograph properly, kicking those stacks out of the extravaganza that follows. The final pic is a single glimpse into the 'money shelves'--this level shows some signed Hubert Aquin adjacent a ton of choice Atlas Press stuff adjacent some signed Zizeks.