so you come across a women who does
video diary entries about books...
and you start thinking:
so... where do the shoes, come in?
no hand-bags?
so... you're basically telling me...
books are the new shoes...
you own a zoological study's worth
of examples...
but you only wear, as you only
read, about a dozen?
mind-blowing!
ab-so-lu-tely... absolutely -
(had to unhinge that word from
hyphenated cutting ip) -
even i thought i was a big reader...
maybe i'm reading the wrong books...
like?
Heidegger's sein und zeit?
well over two years,
with poetry / classical literature
interludes...
must have been the wrong book...
i mean: who the hell takes over 2 years
to read a book?
oh... right... someone who takes
the time to reflect on it,
think about it...
progresses with his
own avenues of interests colliding
with the original content of
the said book...
but a woman who collects books,
like she might collect shoes?
staggering...
ground-breaking...
bloated genius, or...
the litmus paper test of
newspaper articles...
in that: so few people read beyond
the first paragraph...
given that so few people read
the editorial section,
or the news review section
on a Sunday...
what can you say
about a man with long feet?
big shoes...
what can you say about a woman
with a "kleptomania"
(misnomer, or metaphor?)
for books?
well... is it...
not enough shoes?!
i am an avid reader -
but when you're purposive about also
allowing skimming -
rather than reading?
i.e. cheating?
no wonder i bypassed
the wearisome trouble of censorship...
namely?
the people who read my diatribe...
it's automatic censorship,
if i made video?
gone... this minute...
out...
stone cold...
but i guess algorithmic A.I. bots
have an easier task of working
out sounds to lettering...
so i pass by... covert...
seemingly unseen...
unless of course someone takes
the effort to read these puny word jumbles...
covert, i.e. hide & seek...
algorithmic A.I. bots can't read...
and even if they did,
they are not phrased in nuance...
so out goes the hope for making videos...
**** it...
weave enough linguistic spice
into the versed,
and you have yourself a runaway train,
speeding dead blind at a target that
you allowed to move,
but for obscene & ulterior motives -
is frozen still...
and you're about to charge at it
Pamplona style...
oh i read...
but when i listen to a V blogger -
and she has about 20 books pending reading?
and it's not 20 pairs of shoes of which
5 will be donned?
i'm curious...
it's not impossible -
my grandmother could read you
10 Harlequin romance novels
in a month by Swedish authors...
if not more...
****! i must be reading the wrong
type of books to bulk up
the volume of my supposed
lack of achievement!
then again... i hate the sort of books
that do not allow me to have
the sub-narrative
of my thought...
having dived into what is best
disclosed as the most
******* **** -
philosophy -
hardly a naked body...
a thought:
the soul -
the nakedness of a frightful
heart...
i guess i am reading
the wrong type of books,
since i can't compete with women
reading books by the bulk.
i did actually contemplate
succumbing to the label:
*******...
but then i learned that there
are variant reading speeds for
the variety of literary genres.
