Handmade Underground Beautiful Books from Marseille

If you're ever in Marseille, check out his bookstore:

Librairie Le Lievre de Mars
21, rus des 3 mages, 13001 marseille

I bought several handmade books there that were amazing and beautiful. My favorite "L'Usine Nouvelle" came with a website.

This website was everything I expected and more. It plays into my idea of French Artists. I clicked all over the page hoping it would lead me further. But, ah, Monsieur...Madamoiselle...Life is Absurd! Give cigarettes to babies!

http://stratalim.free.fr/

http://www.hallesaintpierre.org/

Chicago Poem #17

Art by Todd Irwin

Old notebooks have resurfaced
and apparently,
late 20th Century Chicago
was full of whiny brats
with bad cursive,
naive notions of life and art
and disposable pens.
Let us now sing.

Chicago Poem #54

Dear Brother, you ask:
How is the rest of the world?
I can only report on that
which is not in front of me.
These days are all looking behind
at a place it never was.
Even if I returned.
And London is never that way, I imagine:
The only thing left
is that bike we built. You were angry
when I left it in front of the taqueria.
It was stolen and then
Ditched in the river.
It's still submerged
in the waters by the old tannery
which will always stink up my memories
with the smell of tanning hides.

See Clare College Through My Eyes!

The photo of Clare College Bridge on SCHMAP was taken by yours truly:



http://www.schmap.com/england/historic/

Chicago Poem #39

I was so beautiful at nineteen,
I swear.
and so was the city,
when it was nineteen first
and when it was nineteen second.
I was never around for that.
But I am aware of the fact
and the possibility
of being nineteen twice.
To get there? Fire.

Apologies to Housman

Chicago Poem #24

I used to live
in the building
with the most stories.