I have been collecting possible epigraphs for Autobiography of a Book. I don’t know how (or whether) I will use any of them. The epigraphs I’ve posted so far have personified books in some way. The lines below do something a little different. They address the materiality of the book and how that affects the reader’s experience.
A slight texture to the book’s first pages,
discernible to fingertips alone. Blank pages,
which I thought were meaningless, are now adding texture
to my attention.
from “Ill-Timed (24.2)” by Rusty Morrison
I did my best to reproduce the spacing the poet uses.
source:
Beauty is a Verb: the new poetry of disability
edited by Jennifer Bartlett, Sheila Black, and Michael Northen
