A book is a performance
Amaranth Borsuk | @amaranthborsuk
MFA in Creative Writing and Poetics, University of Washington, Bothell
The book is a time travel device—allowing us to slip into the imagination
of a future mind.
A book is a hairy, heavy thing that used to be made of skin. It doesn’t move when you press it. But everything falls away if you dip your head in.
The book is body and matter; and bodies (of every color, size and form) matter.
A book is the flesh between flesh, a hard text sculpture from soft text immensities, the staged performance of time, a tangible glance of minds, the desire to speak other.
—ronaldo v. wilson
The book is an event.
A momentary stay of the transience of time.
A tree interleaved with other trees in a forest of dreams.
OR as Robert Frost might put it, a book is "dead leaves stuck together"—leaves that steps have trodden black.
Placed one over the other, the silence between the leaves becomes a portal among the pages, leading the eyes to burrow through the opening.
trees + river + trees + River
The book, for a very short time, stabilizes what flows through it, with the proviso that some works do not flow, just as some bodies do not progress from one time to the next in fluid or malleable ways.
Something must turn for the book to be experienced: pages, leaves, a word, a worm, your head, the room.
a slow rue. a mess of beans, of categories, of spilt personalities & pretty ribbon. an equation. a village of fractals.
—latasha n. nevada diggs
The book, then, is the physical manifestation of a relationship between a writer and a reader.
A book is both the documentation and act of empathetic communication.
—Colleen Louise Barry
A book is an object that vibrates upon contact.
It’s a space
that makes a space—the book opens
In the best sense of the word connection, paper and puddles reflect the entire sky.
What is a book? It stinks. B.O...O.K. Like a drunk. L'IVRE. Each one is a long island, brother. L.I. BRO. A kit full of As and Bs. KITĀB.
"A book is real—it is here in your hands. It is an extension—prosthesis—of your body and your body is prosthesis to it. With a book, the effect is that of a phantom whose presence is felt internally."
—tate shaw, Blurred library
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