OK guys, I'm participating. This late in the game, don't expect too many people to see, but hey, at least for lil ;) I have several bookshelves. Or rather, two. I also have some boxes full of books as my roommate promised to build a bookcase and has been very lackadaisical in doing anything other than obtaining the component IKEA parts, and will not allow me to assemble it. (She said I wouldn't do it "the way she wanted." I said "...You don't want it done according to the directions?" It was an interesting night.) Because of my passion and vocal presence on this site on the topic, I decided to feature my poetry "shelves." The box you see is also full of books. Cookbooks, those, though. (Go on a separate case - the one not yet built.) This shot specifically taken to include Hubski sticker. Then I realized I forgot to open my doors. Folders, full of my writing over the years. Organized by season & year. Each folder corresponds to 3 months of a year, usually. Some folders may be extraneous. I find my applecrate of journals slightly more interesting. In closing, I saw we were talking about annotations. I believe they add value and interest to a given book. I always liked getting textbooks with annotations. At any rate I am a big commenter. I note my satisfaction, my dissatisfaction, my analysis. This is from one of my favorite poetry books of all time, Louise Gluck's The Wild Iris. I also dog-ear poems I like in a poetry book. That way I can pull one off the shelf, look at it, and know how I felt about the book as a whole. It helps me remember. (I do not have a good memory. I refer you to the applecrate of journals. I took up journaling in part to remember things.) Edited to add: the poetry shelves are loosely organized. Poetry books I haven't read on the left. Anthologies/journals in the middle. Poetry books I have read on the right. In the doors and on the lower shelf, all runs amok.
If anyone is curious as to the quotes on my doors, the first is Kerouac, a long-standing favorite: And the second is Sartre:"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
"Everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident"
I should hear about my test any day now. Today is my one-month "anniversary" since taking it and results take about 4-6 weeks. I'll let you know. As for me I am merely sad that my month of blissful ignorance is coming to an end. Soon, I'll know. I figure, either way I'll end up at the bar, in celebration or chagrin. Yes, Polish! It took me a bit to figure out. I don't know why it's in Polish. We have rolls of these stickers at work (beats me why) and I love them, so I like to liberate a few at a time. Unfortunately at this point I have more stickers than random places to put them. Perhaps I should volunteer to mail some out in the next stickers thread. I seem to collect odd stickers. The "Raw" sticker is from a kitchen.