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Sunday silliness: “Feeling insipid today”

Feeling insipid today

by David E. Booker

Feeling insipid today.
Side pain won’t go away.
My workload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.

Co-worker asked me out
So she can just re-spot
The things this place is about
That only make me shout:

Feeling insipid today.
You’re a pain that won’t go away.
My work life should here stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.

Her offer I did decline,
Being of a simple mind
That re-living this place confined
Is ridiculous beyond sublime.

Gallbladder must come out.
Sits under my liver and pouts,
Feels like it’s putting out grout.
The pain just makes me shout:

Feeling insipid today.
This pain in my side’s Grade A.
My gallbladder should go away.
Yes, feeling insipid today.

If one part of the body is enlightened, is all enlightened?

If one part of the body is enlightened, is all enlightened?

Of it, I’ll make a shrine.
Next to my Buddha you’ll find
Its new home in the brine
With spirituality refined:

I’ll feel less insipid that day
Surgery will have taken away
The pain that’s made me say:
“Yes, feeling insipid today.”

Vita absurd est
That’s just my best guess
About this entire mess
That I try to digest.

Work is rife with strife
My gallbladder has a new life
Due to a surgeon’s knife
And yet it won’t suffice:

Feeling insipid today
This pain won’t go away.
My overload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.

[Editor’s note: been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, so have not been at the blog entry writing as much. I hope to feel better soon. And if wondering, it is not a gallbladder issue. A draft of this poem was written long before today. I was only thinking that for the one or two people who read and enjoy (or at least tolerate) my posts, I needed to post a piece of work of some sort.]

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Serendipity comes to an end

rosster on cage

The rooster atop the birdcage. Through the window are books offered for sale.

By David E. Booker

I have worked at a struggling independent bookstore. I used to joke that I couldn’t hang out in bars, so I hung out in bookstores instead. Truth is, I probably wouldn’t be hanging around bars anyway. They never held much attraction for me.

But a neighborhood bookstore in a former bar, and on top of that a bar that has a reference in literature? Sometimes more serendipitous things have happened, but for slightly over two years Central Street Bookstore was just such a place. Housed in what was formerly the Corner Lounge, the same Corner Lounge referenced in Cormac McCathy’s novel Suttree, it was a place where you could find a good used or rare book as well as stand at the bar that may have been around when Cormac McCarthy lived in Knoxville.

You could also find interesting curiosities such as an orrery, a smiling Buddha with red nipples, a limber-headed statue of Edgar Alan Poe, and a rooster sitting atop a birdcage housing lights. It was a place, as owner John Coleman said, “where people can still make serendipitous discoveries,” be those discoveries novels by authors you knew or didn’t know (including Suttree and other books by McCarthy), books of poetry, history books, and copies of books you might not find anywhere else, including comic books and even the occasional book on tape. I found and bought probably way too many books there for myself and friends, including some this past Christmas.

Books on shelves

Some of the books for sale at Central Street Books.

Unfortunately, that will all end this March 2013, when Central Street Books closes its doors. John says the store is too small to be profitable, and that at least for the moment, he’ll concentrate on his Internet book selling and traveling to sell at book fairs. He will also have some books at a local antique mall. The struggling independent bookstore I worked at over 15 years ago is also closed. Has been for many years. The building is now home to an Oriental restaurant.

It was a serendipitous that this bookstore showed up in my neighborhood, even if for only two years. I’m just not sure where my next serendipitous finds will be found.

Book sign

Books and more.

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