First off, see Sagittarius. To cover a topic?
It’s a personal thing, maybe because I dated too many Virgo. That might be it. There was, at one time, many years ago, a young woman from the catholic school, might be it, too. Slim, pretty, brunette, perhaps that’s the source. Or that first real librarian when I was only in second grade, who knows? Fall in love the library, and I think the late Jimmy Buffett sings about that.
What bothers me, in my mind, I’ve turned the idea of a librarian into a fetishized expression. The hair in a bun, a library skirt, everything tightly corseted, and the hair back with a pencil as a holder, tying it all up?
I never said I was right in the mind. See one of my favors Allen Ginsberg quotes for that. But moving along? Librarians remind of libraries. Books.
What echoes through my mind? A line from William Carlos William.
“A cool of books
will sometimes lead the mind to libraries
of a hot afternoon, if books can be found
cool to the sense to lead the mind away.”
(“Paterson,” William Carlos Williams, #3 The Library.)