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His muffled voice breaks
the long stretches of silence
while his hand guided
young and untrained hands
practicing calligraphy.
Watchful and demanding precision
of copied texts exacting translation.
As he unbuckles the leathery tome
of secrets in a wooden chest.
Tradition, theology and religion.
Diaries, recipes, scientific notations.
Inventories, census, receipts.
Readings of narratives and poetry,
astrology, proverbs and magic spells.
The volumes of letters, last wills,
songs and words of blessings.
Spending hours and hours sitting
among the piles of pages digging
for clues and answers to mysteries.
The labyrinth of a culture. A treasure.
Each of the fragile pages a wealth
weightier than silver and the gold.
Piecing each fragment in a mosaic
mapping an ancient civilization
long forgotten. He believed, it was
here in his hands lies the fiber, sinew
and muscle of generations of man-
the society is ought to remember.
So he became a warrior, obsessed
with the written word wielding
weapons of passion and wisdom.
With his small army of juvenile scholars
continuing an unpopular legacy.
Waging the classic battle against time,
earth bugs, heat, rot and decay
slowly finding its way like marauders
pillaging the essence of our humanity
into oblivion and brink of extinction.
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The Bibliophile
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Religion, Science, Social Commentary, Society, Travel, tagged ancient, answer, army, astrology, battle, belief, bibliophile, blessing, book, break, brink, buckle, bug, calligraphy, census, chest, civilization, classic, clue, commentary, conservation, continuing, copy, culture, decay, demand, diary, earth, essence, exact, extinction, fiber, find, forgotten, fragile, fragment, generation, gold, guide, hand, heat, hours, humanity, inventory, juvenile, labyrinth, last will, leather, legacy, letter, long, magic, man, map, marauder, mosaic, muffle, muscle, mystery, narrative, notations, oblivion, pages, passion, piece, piles, pillage, poem, poetry, practice, precision, proverb, reading, receipt, recipe, religion, remembrance, rot, scholar, Science, secret, silence, silver, sinew, slow, small, Society, song, spell, spending, stretch, text, theology, time, tome, tradition, training, translation, treasure, unpopular, voice, volume, wage, warrior, watch, wealth, weapon, weight, wield, wisdom, wood, word, words, written, young on March 4, 2011| 16 Comments »
His muffled voice breaks
the long stretches of silence
while his hand guided
young and untrained hands
practicing calligraphy.
Watchful and demanding precision
of copied texts exacting translation.
As he unbuckles the leathery tome
of secrets in a wooden chest.
Tradition, theology and religion.
Diaries, recipes, scientific notations.
Inventories, census, receipts.
Readings of narratives and poetry,
astrology, proverbs and magic spells.
The volumes of letters, last wills,
songs and words of blessings.
Spending hours and hours sitting
among the piles of pages digging
for clues and answers to mysteries.
The labyrinth of a culture. A treasure.
Each of the fragile pages a wealth
weightier than silver and the gold.
Piecing each fragment in a mosaic
mapping an ancient civilization
long forgotten. He believed, it was
here in his hands lies the fiber, sinew
and muscle of generations of man-
the society is ought to remember.
So he became a warrior, obsessed
with the written word wielding
weapons of passion and wisdom.
With his small army of juvenile scholars
continuing an unpopular legacy.
Waging the classic battle against time,
earth bugs, heat, rot and decay
slowly finding its way like marauders
pillaging the essence of our humanity
into oblivion and brink of extinction.
Read Full Post »