Thursday July 9th, 2009

The exercise:

And the train keeps a chugging along, with only one stop to go. A Promise Kept, my 1,000 Words for Charity story for the Red Headed One, is now up for your viewing pleasures.

While you're at it, might I suggest you also check out The Captain if you haven't yet had a chance? It went up in the rush of scheduled posts that didn't work out and I would hate for anyone to miss out on that one.

And now for your shot at glory with the three words provided by Rose: library, laughter, lingering.

Mine:

On a sunny, crisp day in the Fall
The Library said to City Hall:
"Why are you always laughing at me?
What is the big problem that you see?"

City Hall looked over with disdain
And said whilst twirling its ivory cane:
"Your visitors are covered in ink!
They just linger and dawdle and think!"

"Not like my distinguished attendees -
They're busier than a hive of bees!
They don't walk - they're always on the run;
And, best of all, they get real work done!"

The Library smiled gently and shrugged -
By this blather he was hardly bugged.
"Your clients are impressive, it's clear...
But they'd do well to spend more time here."

6 Comments:

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

How interesting... I can relate this to my venture to the biblioteca just yesterday.
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It was supposed to be just a swing-by visit on my walk home from driver's ed, just to see if they had one of my summer reading books. But I think subconciously I knew it'd be a very long swing-by.

Whilst searching for the book I needed I ran into a friend of mine from English. As it turned out, one copy of the book I was in search of was already out, and the friend was just about to take it out. I pretended to get all miffed about it, but it just gave me an excuse to read something else in the meantime.

I'm not sure what's so gravitational about books and libraries. Perhaps, if one wants to get physical about it, it's not only the mass of the pages and covers that pulls in a person. Perhaps it's also the weight of the words between the covers, the sheer size of the worlds created by the ink on paper, or simply the massive mass of knowledge and information held under one roof. If I wanted to go out on a limb, I think I could say it could very well be all of those things. If that's the case, then if one punches the correct numbers into the Gravitational Force formula, it's a pretty substancial force, which only gets more and more substancial if the distance between the two objects decrease.

It explains why it's so much harder to get out of a library once you're far into it, doesn't it?
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Philisophical deepness, physics jargon, and the utter love of all things bookish. Not too bad, eh?

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

(editorial note: Erm... I'm sure you meant to title today's post as "Thursday, July 9th, 2009," right? Y'know, call me crazy [you wouldn't be the first to do so, I can assure you])

Marc said...

I'm taking some solace in the fact that I put June on Monday and Wednesday as well but those snuck under the radar. Sigh. Thank you.

I quite enjoyed your literary ponderings. Particularly the bit about the Gravitational Force formula :)

Greg said...

I like the poem, the anthropomorphisation of the buildings is spot on! I've not read the story yet, will hopefully get to that this evening :)

Library, lingering, laughter

Mrs. Grimwald, the elderly librarian who manned Miskatonic University Library's research section, looked sharply over her gold, pince-nez glasses at the Green Lightbulb and pursed her lips.
"Hwhat did you say?" she demanded, her neck stretching up and her shoulders pulling back. She reared up to her full height and Dr. Septopus, stood a discrete distance away, could sense that she was readying her strongest British accent and clipped diction for use.
"I said," the Green Lightbulb sounded petulant, "where would we find information on lingerie residue?"
"I. am. ab. so. lute. ly. cer. tain. that. we. have. nev. er. held. such. im. moral. texts." spat Mrs. Grimwald. Dr. Septopus quietly admired how much spittle she managed to land on the Green Lightbulb. The Green Lightbulb clenched his hands into fists and started to glimmer slightly.
"It's very important! Lingerie residue can be very dangerous!"
"I am surprised that someone like you would know anything about lingerie, anyway," said Mrs. Grimwald, and she smiled thinly as the Green Lightbulb flinched.
Dr. Septopus stepped forward at this point, noticing that the Green Lightbulb's glimmer had become a pulsating glow, a sure sign that he was losing his temper.
"I think he means lingering residue," he said quietly, laying a calming tentacle on the Green Lightbulb's spit-sodden arm.
"That's what I said! Lingam residue!"
Mrs. Grimwald's thin smile stretched painfully into a smirk, and she said, "I doubt you'd know too much about that either. Residues of your standard superhero, supervillain, and unspeakable horrors are dealt with on the third floor. You make take the lift."
Dr. Septopus slipped away from the red-faced and confused Green Lightbulb, leaving him to walk to the lifts in front of the library's other, laughing, patrons by himself.
"All I wanted was some Lingerie Tissues," said the Green Lightbulb softly, almost to himself. "Why does everyone else have so much trouble with simple words?"

Rose said...

Haha...nice little story with my words Greg! Hilarious! :)

Oh Marc, the poem is wonderful! :) I love the little message in it and the personification of the library and the City Hall! :D
So thanks for that!

@g2 I know what you mean about the gravitational pull of libraries! Time seems to seep away when I'm in our local library and I keep finding more things to read! lol

Marc said...

Greg - "She reared up to her full height and Dr. Septopus, stood a discrete distance away, could sense that she was readying her strongest British accent and clipped diction for use."

I think that's all I need to say. Okay, also this:

""All I wanted was some Lingerie Tissues," said the Green Lightbulb softly, almost to himself. "Why does everyone else have so much trouble with simple words?""

Rose - you're most welcome, glad you liked it :)