Sunday, August 17, 2014
Third Thursday of every month in the bookshop we are entertained by a lively literary group. The month of August is when we bring something of our own that would be of interest to the group. It might be that family heirloom. It might be that signed first edition of Gabriel Garcia Marquez ~
Whatever the topic or item, we guarantee a round-table discussion!
See you on Thursday. August 21, 1:00 p.m.
"Everyone welcome ~ coffee pot's always on..."
[If you are publishing a book ~ great time to put it on display. We will designate a table for local authors.]
Labels:
Local Authors,
The Neat Little Bookshop,
Writers
Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Wild Places
Oh, here is joy that cannot be
In any market bought or sold,
Where forests beckon fold on fold
In a pale silver ecstasy,
And every hemlock is a spire
Of faint moon-fire.
For music we shall have the chill
Wild bugle of a vagrant wind
Seeking for what it cannot find,
A lonely trumpet on the hill,
Or keening in the dear dim white
Chambers of night.
And there are colours in the wild:
The royal purple of old kings;
Rose-fire of secret dawn; clear springs
Of emerald in valleys aisled
With red pine stems; and tawny stir
Of dying fir.
~ Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874 - 1942) Canadian writer, poet. The Poetry of , Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 1987
Oh, here is joy that cannot be
In any market bought or sold,
Where forests beckon fold on fold
In a pale silver ecstasy,
And every hemlock is a spire
Of faint moon-fire.
For music we shall have the chill
Wild bugle of a vagrant wind
Seeking for what it cannot find,
A lonely trumpet on the hill,
Or keening in the dear dim white
Chambers of night.
And there are colours in the wild:
The royal purple of old kings;
Rose-fire of secret dawn; clear springs
Of emerald in valleys aisled
With red pine stems; and tawny stir
Of dying fir.
~ Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874 - 1942) Canadian writer, poet. The Poetry of , Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 1987
Friday, August 15, 2014
"Love is the passionate and abiding desire on the part of two or more people to produce together conditions under which each can be and spontaneously express, his real self; to produce together an intellectual soil and an emotional climate in which each can flourish, far superior to what either could achieve alone."
~ Author Unknown
[Pretty after the special day...]
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
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