books. books. i like books.

(after typing that title...the word "book" seems so strange. Say it out loud like 20 times. do it. so weird, right? or say your name out loud to yourself. Why do words sound so weird sometimes? words...I have lots of words to say about words because I like them oh so much. my favorite part about writing is choosing the perfect words to make the reader really experience something...even though I don't always do that on this blog deal. okay, no more rambling...I'll let you read on.)

I was exploring a lovely used book store the other day. (two words I feel must always be associated with a used book store: explore and lovely) My friend and I were searching through the books of poems and I came across one by George Kitching and my friend found one that sparked her interests. We proceeded to read poems out loud to each other until we were finished.

Here's something I kind of liked:

We often hear people dispute respecting the beauty of something. One says it is beautiful, another that it is not; both are evidently sincere. How does the real difference occur ? We will turn to music. Some admire a song, others do not like it; the reason is the same in both cases. The education has been different, and the power of criticism therefore varies; one is evidently inferior in judgment to the other. Now the musician who is perfect in his art has made, as it were, his own mind beautiful; he can therefore feel, as it were, beauties that a less cultured mind cannot apprehend. So it is with art or the appreciation of true beauty. The mind that is most thoroughly cultured in art can see the beauties of a face the best; but there is a beauty of the soul, the inward mind, that only the beautiful in soul can appreciate.

Well, I didn't buy the book; it cost a bit much for me. I found the book on google if you are interested. It doesn't feel quite the same to read poetry (or anything really) from a computer screen as it does from a fragile book worn through by previous readers...oh well. The words are the same I guess...