What are your favourite / current loo-side books?
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Originally posted by MrGongGong View PostI'd take the Cage out of the closet if it's signed
I once told a gallery how much their copy of Notations was worth when they left it out on a browsing table connected to an exhibition !
I reckon Formalised Music would do the trick though
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an unhealthy thread, this. I were brung up to believe that bowel movements shd be reg'lar, and not dwelt over... to which end (ho ho) the lavatory was a tiny unheated room to the north of the house, with the window open as the means by which the cats came in and out, and the encouragement of chill drafts to get one going and out - the notion of dawdling anathema - and book reading unimaginable...
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Postan unhealthy thread, this. I were brung up to believe that bowel movements shd be reg'lar, and not dwelt over... to which end (ho ho) the lavatory was a tiny unheated room to the north of the house, with the window open as the means by which the cats came in and out, and the encouragement of chill drafts to get one going and out - the notion of dawdling anathema - and book reading unimaginable...
I told you, Caliban
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Originally posted by MrGongGong View PostPotato Railways of Lincolnshire (my son left that in there)
Anthony Bourdain : The Nasty Bits
Bourdain: personal hero of mine"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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3rd Viennese School
I normally dont read on the throne. I listen to Radio 3 Performance on 3 on my personal radio.
Which, if you think about it, is rather apt considering what they have been playing the last 2 weeks!
3VS
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Postan unhealthy thread, this. I were brung up to believe that bowel movements shd be reg'lar, and not dwelt over... to which end (ho ho) the lavatory was a tiny unheated room to the north of the house, with the window open as the means by which the cats came in and out, and the encouragement of chill drafts to get one going and out - the notion of dawdling anathema - and book reading unimaginable...
At this point, I feel I should append W.H. Auden's magnificent discussion of the subject.
The Geography of the House
Seated after breakfast
In this white-tiled cabin
Arabs call the House where
Everybody goes,
Even melancholics
Raise a cheer to Mrs.
Nature for the primal
Pleasure She bestows.
Sex is but a dream to
Seventy-and-over,
But a joy proposed un-
-til we start to shave:
Mouth-delight depends on
Virtue in the cook, but
This She guarantees from
Cradle unto grave.
Lifted off the potty,
Infants from their mothers
Hear their first impartial
Words of worldly praise:
Hence, to start the morning
With a satisfactory
Dump is a good omen
All our adult days.
Revelation came to
Luther in a privy
(Crosswords have been solved there)
Rodin was no fool
When he cast his Thinker,
Cogitating deeply,
Crouched in the position
Of a man at stool.
All the arts derive from
This ur-act of making,
Private to the artist:
Makers' lives are spent
Striving in their chosen
Medium to produce a
De-narcissus-ized en-
During excrement.
Freud did not invent the
Constipated miser:
Banks have letter boxes
Built in their façade
Marked For Night Deposits,
Stocks are firm or liquid,
Currencies of nations
Either soft or hard.
Global Mother, keep our
Bowels of compassion
Open through our lifetime,
Purge our minds as well:
Grant us a king ending,
Not a second childhood,
Petulant, weak-sphinctered,
In a cheap hotel.
Keep us in our station:
When we get pound-notish,
When we seem about to
Take up Higher Thought,
Send us some deflating
Image like the pained ex-
-pression on a Major
Prophet taken short.
(Orthodoxy ought to
Bless our modern plumbing:
Swift and St. Augustine
Lived in centuries
When a stench of sewage
Made a strong debating
Point for Manichees.)
Mind and Body run on
Different timetables:
Not until our morning
Visit here can we
Leave the dead concerns of
Yesterday behind us,
Face with all our courage
What is now to be."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Postan unhealthy thread, this. I were brung up to believe that bowel movements shd be reg'lar, and not dwelt over... to which end (ho ho) the lavatory was a tiny unheated room to the north of the house, with the window open as the means by which the cats came in and out, and the encouragement of chill drafts to get one going and out - the notion of dawdling anathema - and book reading unimaginable...It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View PostWell, quite, vinteuil. This is why my initial thought to remove a 'books' thread to Arts & Ideas (where it might properly be said to belong under normal circumstances) has been resisted
"The place to talk about anything"
It's the start of a brave new year, ff !!"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostIt's the start of a brave new year, ff !!It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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John Skelton
I once dropped a copy of John Ashbery's Houseboat Days in the bath (wherein I was reading it). Not on purpose, I rather like the book. Is this off-topic?
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