When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbors. Copper ingots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet, the thighs, the chalk ribs of my country. The whole of night clings to its shores, by dawn it wakes up singing as if it had excited a guitar. The oceanâs surge is calling. The wind calls me and Rodriguez calls, and Jose Antonioâ I got a telegram from the âMineâ Union and the one I love (whose name I wonât let out) expects me in Bucalemu. No book has been able to wrap me in paper, to fill me up with typography, with heavenly imprints or was ever able to bind my eyes, I come out of books to people orchards with the hoarse family of my song, to work the burning metals or to eat smoked beef by mountain firesides. I love adventurous books, books of forest or snow, depth or sky but hate the spider book in which thought has laid poisonous wires to trap the juvenile and circling fly. Book, let me go. I wonât go clothed in volumes, I donât come out of collected works, my poems have not eaten poemsâ they devour exciting happenings, feed on rough weather, and dig their food out of earth and men. Iâm on my way with dust in my shoes free of mythology: send books back to their shelves, Iâm going down into the streets. I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men, when fighting with them, when saying all their say in my song. Neruda
Terry, it is so beautiful, thank you very much for sharing! I am quite jealous about Neruda real life's experience. As much as I collide with real life’s circumstances, as much I prefer to live my-own life in books. I know, it is a bit wrong attitude, but much safer and time to time we really need such a comforting place as books' reality
By the way, where is this quotation from?
Thanks Terry, excellent addition to our consideration of books and reading.
From the Neruda poem: "Ode to the Book"
Another interesting and thoughtful topic! There are a few rare books that when I close them the life they created in my mind continues and I end up wishing were longer. Three recent books I've read that haunted my thoughts are "The Enchanted Life of Adam Hope" by Rhonda Riley (this book was indeed enchanting), "The Night Circus" by Erin Morgenstern (it will make you want to join "the circus") and "The Golem and the Jinni" (a surprisingly good book with a twist on human emotions). I read these several months ago but they are still vivid in my mind and I highly recommend them!
beautiful words. I must say I would prefer to live in a book rather than in our world Although, after reading Inkheart, one can see that this is not always so nice.
You are right Nancy, there are certain books that just touch your heart and stick with you for a while.
Laura - those special books seem fewer and farther apart. But then I guess that's why they are so special!
I finished the “Harry Potter and Co” book series and should to confess that it is difficult to let this magic go away. The reason is not in the series’ heroes – to be honest Harry made me angry with him at the end being sometimes to much obsessed with his uniqueness and unbearableness of the fate. And the books are good, but not perfect at all according to my humble opinion. But it really woke my inner child who was dozing for so long. And I am extremely grateful to J.K. Rowling for it. It seems to me now that excessive seriousness was robing my life of the unconditional dreams and childish emotions which are often might be considered in the society as foolishness in adults. Now I am much freer to be myself and enjoy small things and great emotions in my life
No try the Magician trilogy by Lev Grossman.
Should be Now not no.
Terry, thank you for your suggestion!