Posts tagged book
airships and waves
all for tongues and sleepwalkers
The sound is lonely, and low, and no one hears it anymore.
Birth of a Book
Beautiful video of traditional pre-press, offset print to produce hand-bound books.
Glen Milner produced this book-binding vignette at Smith-Settle Printers in Leeds, England as the binders bound Suzanne St Albans’ Mango and Mimosa.
Love is large and permeating and accepting, like nature. It is not a calculated, civilized thing. It is not an art, but religion - or it is nothing.
Eventually, my grandfather said: ‘You must understand, this is one of those moments.’
‘What moments?’
‘One of those moments you keep to yourself,’ he said.
‘What do you mean?’ I said. ‘Why?’
‘We’re in a war,’ he said. ‘The story of this war - dates, names, who started it, why - that belongs to everyone. Not just the people involved in it, but the people who write newspapers, politicians thousands of miles away, people who’ve never even been here or heard of it before. But something like this - this is yours. It belongs only to you. And me. Only to us.’
One of the most remarkable novels that I have ever read - family mythology, Canadian mythology, all of it dark and magical and wonderful.
As for Sam, he had from the very start had ideas of his own, thank you very much. When he was five, Howard had read the Adam and Eve and serpent story to him. Sam was at that point obsessed with defining, in all narratives, who was “the bad person,” and so Howard asked him whether in that story there was a bad person.
Sam thought about it very gravely. “Yes,” he said, his face serious.
“And who was that?” asked Howard.
“God,” said Sam.
Canada Reads 2012 picks and panelists revealed on CBC Studio Q
TYPE BOOK
A book by Diana Leebook was hand bound and altered by hand through tearing and burning to demonstrate not only a typographic sort of fire, but a physical one as well.
Instead of a vlog, I thought we could read a book.
Here I am reading a book, an adorable book that’s called It’s A Book by Lane Smith.
Enjoy!
one of my favourites
“Religion and art,” he says, “are almost the same thing anyway. Just different ways of taking a man out of himself, bringing him to the emotional pitch that we call ecstasy or rapture. They’re both a rejection of the material, common-sense world for one that’s illusory, yet somehow more important. Now it’s always when a man turns away from this common-sense world around him that he begins to create, when he looks into a void, and has to give it life or form.”
