Book is my name Book is my name, you can read all about me, pick me up, turn me on, analyse me. I have many pages, or sometimes I do, made up of pictures and words, many stories. I don’t mind a club or a late-night theme, you can throw me at people or walls (not recommended). People swear by me, flick through my insides, judge me by my cover, love or hate me. I am thick, I am thin, can keep you up all through the night, bring me on buses and trains, everywhere! I am published each day, many copies of me, I pack lots of walls, in homes and libraries. I have said, and still say, many things, bring out emotions and feelings. I am coveted and praised, feed souls all through the world, Book is my name, get inside me Photo by Kourosh Qaffari on Unsplash
A place to revel in Dada; A place to pleasure in names