How yellowed the page,
how heavy the book,
how delightfully free
of click-bait and hook.
Not a single commercial
intrudes on my search,
sending my thoughts
to spiral and lurch;
I keep to my hunt
for elusive right word
without the distraction
of the marketing herd.
No windows to shout
and peddle their wares,
no storming my brain
with visual fanfares,
just simple bland columns,
neat and precise,
of calm worded world
etymologically nice.
Yes, dear reader, I flip through these pages knowing full well that there are words right now for things unknown when these books were new. I turn to them, nonetheless, as I wage my own little war to think in a straight line, and not be pulled into impossible elliptical thinking by all the pop-ups.
Oddments 