I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

nprbooks:

uispeccoll:

Pleased to announce our newest book arts acquisition: 

The Deep by Kevin Steele.


From the artist’s website:  

"The Deep is a tribute to maritime folklore and tradition developed over centuries of nautical exploration. The ocean, which remains immense and mysterious in our own time, was all the more enchanting and terrifying to sailors in an era when being at sea meant a profound isolation from civilization in oft uncharted waters and dangerous passages.


The Deep is a circular accordion pop-up book which unfolds to an oversized eight-point compass rose. The compass, arguably the sailor’s most valuable instrument, not only enables accurate navigation but brings good luck, ensuring safe passage home and protecting against a watery end in the Deep.”

Visit the artist’s website.

If you want to take a look in person just stop by the desk in our reading room and our librarians will  probably offer a bit of assistance.  I particularly recommend getting a group together and stopping by since it is a great one to gather around. 

This may be the coolest thing I have ever seen!

WHEN A KID STARTS SCREAMING IN THE CHILDREN’S ROOM

librarianproblems:

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Throwback Thursday: Originally posted June 8, 2012

Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.

(Source: cinnamonseries)

Stuffed Animal Husbandry: Caring for Winnie-the-Pooh and Friends

nypl:

If you were ever curious how a nearly-100-year-old stuffed bear keeps his looks, it’s due to his NYPL friends behind the scenes.  

vintageanchorbooks:

“There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.”  ― Doris Lessing

vintageanchorbooks:

“There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.”
Doris Lessing

picadorbookroom:

Pretty much.

picadorbookroom:

Pretty much.

Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.
libraryjournal:

Your Sunday morning inspiration!

libraryjournal:

Your Sunday morning inspiration!

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
vintageanchorbooks:

On this day in 1767, Andrew Jackson was born in the Garden of the Waxhaws, South Carolina. "But you must remember, my fellow-citizens, that eternal vigilance by the people is the price of liberty, and that you must pay the price if you wish to secure the blessing."— Jackson’s Farewell Address, (4 March 1837), recalling what, by then, had reached the status of a proverb.In this, the first major single-volume biography of Andrew Jackson in decades, H.W. Brands reshapes our understanding of this fascinating man, and of the Age of Democracy that he ushered in. An orphan at a young age and without formal education or the family lineage of the Founding Fathers, Jackson showed that the Presidency was not the exclusive province of the wealthy and the well-born but could truly be held by a man of the people. On a majestic, sweeping scale Brands re-creates Jackson’s rise from his hardscrabble roots to his days as frontier lawyer, then on to his heroic victory in the Battle of New Orleans, and finally to the White House. Capturing Jackson’s outsized life and deep impact on American history, Brands also explores his controversial actions, from his unapologetic expansionism to the disgraceful Trail of Tears. This is a thrilling portrait, in full, of the president who defined American democracy. Read an excerpt here: http://bit.ly/OqCIld

vintageanchorbooks:

On this day in 1767, Andrew Jackson was born in the Garden of the Waxhaws, South Carolina.

"But you must remember, my fellow-citizens, that eternal vigilance by the people is the price of liberty, and that you must pay the price if you wish to secure the blessing."
— Jackson’s Farewell Address, (4 March 1837), recalling what, by then, had reached the status of a proverb.

In this, the first major single-volume biography of Andrew Jackson in decades, H.W. Brands reshapes our understanding of this fascinating man, and of the Age of Democracy that he ushered in. An orphan at a young age and without formal education or the family lineage of the Founding Fathers, Jackson showed that the Presidency was not the exclusive province of the wealthy and the well-born but could truly be held by a man of the people. On a majestic, sweeping scale Brands re-creates Jackson’s rise from his hardscrabble roots to his days as frontier lawyer, then on to his heroic victory in the Battle of New Orleans, and finally to the White House. Capturing Jackson’s outsized life and deep impact on American history, Brands also explores his controversial actions, from his unapologetic expansionism to the disgraceful Trail of Tears. This is a thrilling portrait, in full, of the president who defined American democracy. Read an excerpt here: http://bit.ly/OqCIld

thepinakes:

whitenightsandbluemoons:

The library of the palace of Mafra, where bats are used at night to control insects.

A library-palace filled with bats? The real world is stranger than fiction.

thepinakes:

whitenightsandbluemoons:

The library of the palace of Mafra, where bats are used at night to control insects.

A library-palace filled with bats? The real world is stranger than fiction.