I love books
Give me lots and lots and lots of books y’all
I love books
Give me lots and lots and lots of books

I love books
Give me lots of books
Books and books and books and books
The printed word, handwritten spells, illustrations with stories to tell
Pen on paper, the ink in well, going old school with a brush or quill
I love books

I gotta say, I love ‘em all, hieroglyphics on walls to a manic scrawl
Roald Dahl to Aristotle
You get the gist, now come here and sit as I go through the list
E-books, Ibooks, books on tape, from MP3 to that vinyl scrape to blocks of wood, they all are great, ha

Pssst, psst, yea you, come here, come here, I have a secret to tell

When you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while for if you don’t imagine nothing ever happens at all

Whistles and bells, peas in nutshells, everyone’s got at least one story to tell
So write it down and self-publish, count your lucky stars and go make a wish
Dream a little dream, concoct a tasty dish
What?
Collect your recipes, even cook books aren’t off limit
Children’s lit is still legit, captures the adolescent spirit
Hey, true fact, I even took college courses on it
Yea!
I love books

I’ll read ‘em all, no prints to small
bifocals for my eyeballs downfall
Through strain and squall, fatigue at nightfall
god damn it, I’m in it for the long hall

Complete Readings:

Ronnie the Rocket
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”

Stephanie Sweet
Neil Gaiman, My New Year Wish
"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."

S.Yamagishi
Kenji Miyazawa, The Night of the Milky Way Train
translation: ”I don't know, but if everyone is really doing something good, they are happy... so I think that my mother will forgive me"

Wou-Wou & The Wormling
T.S Elliot, Four Quartets
words move, music moves, only in time
but that which is only living can only die
words have to speech reach into the silence
only by the form, the pattern, can words or music reach the stillness
as a chinese jar still, moves perpetually in it’s stillness