I have a new obsession .... to go along with music collecting. Apparently one obsession in my life wasn't enough. Now I'm on this crazy insane pace collecting volumes of poetry. And believe me, it could be a lot worse because there's plenty of it that I don't care for but then there always seems to be one or two (or more) titles I get excited about every time I step into a bookstore. And as with music, presentation and design count greatly.
Music actually took a secondary objective role the last two or three occasions that I stopped by one of those Public Library or YMCA book sales, where there's mostly little of interest but just as you are about to lose hope, a gem appears before you. I usually walk out feeling a little dirty after scrounging through everything .... Nothing though that a little hand sanitizer can't overcome.
The Pacific Northwest seems to be a fertile area for poetry with many interesting voices. I don't generally feel that way about music but poetry .... something in the air here lends itself to the art.
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