Word Porn

“And people tended not to bother a woman with a book”

Don’t you just love the smell of books? ok call me weird, but i sure do. There’s something about the fresh smelling, yet old, musty, woody, earthy undertone laced with the smell of the ink all combined in one heady mix, that’s about to leave you strung high off your imagination. 🙂  (yes i’m a bit of a nerd but a cute one 😛 ) I love the feel of the crisp pages of a new book and that sound it makes cooing you on as you turn yet another page. But as as a child what i loved most was the blurb, always got me super excited to get home and tuck myself in the narrow space between the side of my bed and the heater on the wall and just disappear to another world or galaxy or dimension even. But it was really the story that had the ability to take me on these wonderful trips, and that’s what i loved most about reading. Visiting different places, meeting different characters feeling their every emotion. But through out childhood and my teenage years, something this simple saved me from total and utter chaos and self destruction.

Here are some of my favourite description of books by Authors in their own books 🙂

“maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.” Alberto Manguel

“And sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book” John Green – The fault in our stars

ok so these lot loved books so much they decided to write about the love of books in their own books…confused u enough yet? lol

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2 thoughts on “Word Porn

  1. WELCOME MESSAGE poetrypoem.com/bigsoe

    In a world where joy has become an alien,
    Where frustrations wrinkle the visage of humankind,
    There’s like a rose which has refused to wither,
    To be trumped by sultry forces.
    It has pitched towers of hope where there were no stones,
    It has evacuated the young and old from the deserts of folly,
    Rescuing all who beckon for succor.
    It is as new as the clutched hands of an infant,
    As old as the sweat of Methuselah.
    If you love the caress of the stroking beards of enlightenment,
    If you want to untie the knots of the secrets of this life,
    If you want to peek o’er the horizons of human limitations
    When all gaze hopelessly at the hills,
    Then dust the feet of your mind and enter into this godless temple,
    Where words unbutton the shirt of knowledge,
    Where thoughts woven into robes of words clad the bodies of your mind.
    Bienvenue!
    To the monastery of my meditation,
    Where I commute beyond the residence of the sun,
    To smack the isle of wisdom,
    Where I eavesdrop on nature’s melody,
    And folklores of all ages,
    And drink from the chalice of prudence.
    Permit me,
    To perfume the cuticle of your mind,
    and crown it with starlights of comprehension,
    To marshal you even as you sail through the lakes of my poems,
    Which are life to the dying,
    Vision to the blind,
    Strength to the weak,
    Passion to the emotionally-wrecked,
    And puzzle for sages.
    Merci! Thank you! Tenki!

    © Augustine S. Marrah (2010)

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  2. there is a way the geniuses of words keep one afloat in the rush of the tides of everyday life. Keep loving them and unveiling them through your stream of thoughts. Me and Sadia go dey follow 🙂

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