poems on our spines

last may some friends and i had a poetry-making adventure at barnes and noble where we scouted around for books and stacked them in stacks. you can see some of the brilliant results on the gogglette.

in honor of national poetry-writing month, and because i’m the sort of girl who will always be far more interested in buying books than buying shoes, here are some poems composed from my personal library.


forgotten english
sleeping with the dictionary
our magnificent bastard tongue


paradise lost
the waste land
the inferno


how to live like a lady
picnic, lightning
quite early one morning


woe is i
the man who knew too much
my world — and welcome to it


the waste land
through painted deserts
wednesday is indigo blue