Or a portion of a poem, at least.
One of my favourite haunts these days is a bar that is also a lending library (what an excellent concept!). It's wonderful to have so much reading material available to while away the time when one is being kept waiting by one's friends!
A few days ago, I was dipping into a poetry anthology, and re-read for the first time in some years Auden's '1st September, 1939' (written - or at least conceived - when soused in a bar in Manhattan, pondering the imminent war in Europe, and reflecting sourly on the "low dishonest decade" almost over).
There's a particularly good verse about bars and barflies in it:
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
Is that us? Sometimes I fear it is.
2 comments:
I dont frequent bars often but it is interesting that a lawyer now live in a third world country. Bar with a library? Interesting idea.
You need a library card and an ID with you. I would just be scared of reading books with drunk vomit on the pages.
Welcome, Tom.
I don't want to get over-excited here, but I think you may be the first 'stranger' ever to visit the site. Certainly you are the first one to post a comment.
How on earth did you find this obscure little cyber-backwater??
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