Over on a blog called Sentence First, I discovered a new (for me) time-wasting way to have fun with books (apart from reading them, which is only a waste of time if you really should be doing other things): Book mash poetry.
My efforts are:
Dance Dance Dance
In Praise of Shadows.
Man Walks into a Room –
Fear and Trembling;
An Omelette and A Glass of Wine.
Low-cost fun guaranteed. I even re-discovered books I’d forgotten I had.
Speaking of which, what should one do with unwanted books?
Some time ago, I stumbled upon this blog: which has lots of creative ideas for recycling books. For example: Turn your old book into a lampshade (!).
However, I lack the ruthlessness to destroy a book.
Giving books away poses no problem but mutilating a book so that someone else can no longer read it (even if I don’t like the book myself or I don’t agree with the writer’s sentiments) feels very wrong, very anti-freedom of speech.
(I have no such problems with newspapers and magazines; they’re fair game.)
I want there to be books that bore me, anger me, repulse me or lie on my shelves ignored.
Who knows, they might just have the right title for creating book mash poetry.