Comics can be literary – or not. They can be complicated and artistic – or not. All of that is debatable. But their nature as books is not.
Story time, Public Library of Cincinnati & Hamilton County, ca.1945.
Yes, I dreamed a dream, my dream of the third of November. They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth? If once one has recognized the truth and seen it, you know that it is the truth and that there is no other and there cannot be, whether you are asleep or awake. Let it be a dream, so be it, but that real life of which you make so much I had meant to extinguish by suicide, and my dream, my dream — oh, it revealed to me a different life, renewed, grand and full of power!
I’ve things to do today:
I must crush memory down,
I must turn my heart to stone,
I must try living, again.
For me, inspiration comes from a bunch of places: desperation, deadlines… A lot of times ideas will turn up when you’re doing something else. And, most of all, ideas come from confluence — they come from two things flowing together. They come, essentially, from daydreaming.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane (by rob smith photography)
The Book Hive at Bristol Central Library
In celebration of the 400th anniversary of the first library being built in Bristol, a swarm of movement-responsive books now welcomes the visitors as they enter the building. Artists collective Rusty Squid has created this interactive sculpture known as Book Hive, using a combination of depth cameras for motion-tracking. It is programed to reaspond to the different ways in which visitors interact with it. As the behavior of hive evolves over time, it will also grow in size until 400 books are integrated into the installation by early February 2014, one for each year of library history.
What makes people despair is that they try to find a universal meaning to the whole of life, and then end up by saying it is absurd, illogical, empty of meaning. There is not one big, cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. To seek a total unity is wrong. To give as much meaning to one’s life as possible seems right to me.
Mornings I still
reach for you before
opening my eyes.
This weight on the other side of the bed
is only books, not you. What
I said I loved more than you.
Thought these mornings
I wish books loved back.