Little Free Library was founded in 2018 with collaboration between Youth Centers Association and Eka Vardiashvili. So, we decided to make the Free Library.
Little Free Library is a nonprofit that inspires readers, builds community, and expands book access in Georgia - specifically - in Akhalsopeli and Akhmeta | Tag your photos #Littlefreelibrary #freelibrary We wanted to make a space where books will be available for everyone. The Free Library is a box where books are placed and people can take it or leave their lovely books here if they want. It is
03/03/2023
Haruki Murakami’s first novel in six years will be published this spring. It’s true: a new Haruki Murakami novel—his first since 2017’s Killing Commendatore—will be published on April 13th . . . but only in Japan. Sorry to tease you, English-speaking readers!…
04/08/2022
23/04/2022
Books can help combat poverty, strengthen peace and achieve the .
Saturday's World Book Day is an opportunity to celebrate the power of the written word and defend books as symbols of hope and dialogue.
09/03/2022
ინტერვიუ სვეტლანა ალექსიევიჩთან: უმეტესად ომის შემსწრე ბავშვები ნაადრევად იღუპებიან « არილი ინგლისურიდან თარგმნა ელენე ფილფანმა ინტერვიუერი: ლუკ ჰარდინგი 2019 წლის ოქტომბერში სვეტლანა ალექსიევიჩი ლონდონშ....
Ozymandias
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
12/02/2022
My next writing class starts 10 April.
www.rebelmagicbooks.com/writing-course
06/02/2022
The Blue Swallows
Across the millstream below the bridge
Seven blue swallows divide the air
In shapes invisible and evanescent,
Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s
Or memory’s power to keep them there.
“History is where tensions were,”
“Form is the diagram of forces.”
Thus, helplessly, there on the bridge,
While gazing down upon those birds—
How strange, to be above the birds!—
Thus helplessly the mind in its brain
Weaves up relation’s spindrift web,
Seeing the swallows’ tails as nibs
Dipped in invisible ink, writing…
Poor mind, what would you have them write?
Some cabalistic history
Whose authorship you might ascribe
To God? to Nature? Ah, poor ghost,
You’ve capitalized your Self enough.
That villainous William of Occam
Cut out the feet from under that dream
Some seven centuries ago.
It’s taken that long for the mind
To waken, yawn and stretch, to see
With opened eyes emptied of speech
The real world where the spelling mind
Imposes with its grammar book
Unreal relations on the blue
Swallows. Perhaps when you will have
Fully awakened, I shall show you
A new thing: even the water
Flowing away beneath those birds
Will fail to reflect their flying forms,
And the eyes that see become as stones
Whence never tears shall fall again.
O swallows, swallows, poems are not
The point. Finding again the world,
That is the point, where loveliness
Adorns intelligible things
Because the mind’s eye lit the sun.
- Howard Nemerov
That it will never come again by Emily Dickinson
That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don't believe
Does not exhilarate.
That if it be, it be at best
An ablative estate --
This instigates an appetite
Precisely opposite.