Dewey Decimal Classification

Book or Kindle?

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 26th of February 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

In this episode we discuss the battle of love that may define the 21st Century, Book v Kindle. Davy D reads his poem Breaking Free, written in a Prose Poetry style, which offers an opinion on both sides of the conversation. Prose Poetry came to prominence in France in the 19th Century with the works of essayist and poet Charles Baudelaire. There are many arguments about the form and whether Prose Poetry is poetry at all.  As poetry editor Peter Johnson says, “the Prose Poem plants one foot in prose, the other in poetry. Both heels resting precariously on banana peels.”

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Breaking Free

First Reading

The words, 12-point Baskerville, were trapped beneath glass, cold to touch. Despite being neat and ordered, with supporting white space, they read like a never-ending text. Dragged from room to room it was difficult to get any life into, or from them. Even at night the back-light failed to ignite their meaning, and despite regular warnings, they faded right there in front of my eyes. I had neither the energy or inclination to attempt resuscitation and a whole library evaporated into a cloud, devoid of any attempts at the Dewey Decimal Classification.   


Second Reading

It caught my eye from the boot of a Mini Cooper, sat trapped between Jamie Oliver and Jacqueline Wilson. In an act of rescue, the rough feel of a red tattered cover courted dreams of things to come. First Edition, 1899; each page scented with yellow tinges of history. “To darling Ivy, In remembrance of many holy associations and much kindness – The Reverend Bagshaw.”  Penciled from hands once lived now forgotten. Between pages 88 and 89 a pressed Violet. It fell to the muddy field. I knew I was in love.

© Davy D 2018