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Book spine poem #52: Swearing Is Good for You

June 16, 2025

A new book spine poem, on a linguistic (and mildly sweary) theme, with some notes on its contents below the photograph.

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Swearing Is Good for You

The F-word – spell it out:
Swearing is good for you.
Um . . . holy shit. Says who?

The man who lost his language swearing
*gestures* because internet
(What the F);
The woman who talked to herself
in praise of profanity
(Just my type).

Shady characters,
Role models.

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A stack of books against a blue background. They are arranged to form a visual poem, as written in the blog post. Their varied designs and colourful spines and typefaces – in yellows, blues, orange, black, whites and off-whites – lend visual interest.

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Book spine poem: Sleep the Big Sleep

September 30, 2024

My last book spine poem was made last winter, on a seasonal theme.* With autumn slipping in and the evenings becoming short here in Ireland, a new book spine poem (aka bookmash) suggested itself.

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Sleep the Big Sleep

When the lights go down
One by one in the darkness,
Teach yourself to
Sleep the big sleep,
The great escape,
The pursuit of oblivion –
Dreams, nightwood,
White noise beyond black –
The language of the night,
The gone-away world.

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A stack of 12 books on a wooden floor, a light-brown woollen blanket behind them. Their spines all face out, in a colourful array, to form the found poem in the text of the post.

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Book spine poem: Wintering

December 8, 2023

A new book spine poem, for the season that’s in it.

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Wintering

When things fall apart,
Leave the world behind:
Lurking underworld,
Wintering underland,
The beginning of spring,
The will to change
Almost there.

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A stack of books against a white background, their spines facing out to form a visual poem as written above.

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Book spine poem: Memory

April 6, 2023

A new book spine poem (aka bookmash).

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Memory

So I am glad our story begins:
Speak, memory, the forgotten language,
Clear the mist in the mirror,
The unreality of memory going dark,
The shadow of the sun across a
Billion years, far from the light
Of heaven.

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A stack of 11 books, their spines facing out to form a colourful found poem. The background is white. The authors and titles are as follows: A. L. Kennedy, So I am Glad; Tobias Wolff, Our Story Begins; Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory; Erich Fromm, The Forgotten Language; Nicola Barker, Clear; Susan Hill, The Mist in the Mirror; Elisa Gabbert, The Unreality of Memory; Julia Ebner, Going Dark; Ryszard Kapuściński, The Shadow of the Sun; Robert Silverberg, Across a Billion Years; and Tade Thompson, Far from the Light of Heaven.

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Book spine poem: Return from the Stars

November 21, 2022

It’s almost a year since my last book spine poem. Here’s a new one.

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Return from the Stars

Return from the Stars,
A portable cosmos –
Island home buried in
The sky, the island of ghosts,
The uninhabitable Earth,
Kindred love, again,
Touching from a distance
Homesick,
The stars my destination.

 

Stack of books against a white background, their spines of various colours and sizes creating a found poem.

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Book spine poem: Hidden Symptoms

December 19, 2021

A new book spine poem with a medical theme, to see the year out:

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A stack of books against a white background, their spines forming a found poem, transcribed below.

Hidden Symptoms

Hidden symptoms
Under the skin:
A disaffection,
A ghost in the throat –
Patient or pretender
Waiting for the healer.
Can you tolerate
This parasite?

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Book spine poem: Touching the Precipice

August 9, 2021

For the day that’s in it, a new book spine poem. Bit gloomy, this one.

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Touching the Precipice

Zero, zero, zero wild flowers,
The insect societies
Collapse on your doorstep –
Mind and nature
Touching the precipice.

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A stack of books before a white background, with the spines of the books facing out and forming a colourful visual poem.

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