Saturn’s gravity

Open your
mouth so
the spirit
can enter.

Today we
weep our
deluge, our
greeting

To each
celestial
body.

On Saturn
methane rains
upon its turning
gasses. Saturn

is old and cold
and melancholy.
Its rings engulf
us when we sleep.

Gravity keeps
our hands
so this poem
might flee

its terrible
spinning
demiurge.

revelation!

Have you ever been given a riddle of some sort, and it proves usolvable, and when you finally discover the answer, you realize the only reason you could not solve it was for its deceptive simplicity? This often occurs with me, and last Saturday, it did so again: I was in my first "Intro to Archives" class and during the introduction we were asked to discuss why we were interested in Library Science and Archives. I didn't give it a lot of thought, as my interest seemed fairly evident: I like books, librarians are often fascinating people, I am a generalist at heart, etc.; however, riding BART back home, just standing there trying to keep my balance without touching what-I-always-consider-gross-hand-rails, my mind had a chance to settle down a bit and offer up what I think may be the real answer: comic books.

Since I was seven, I have collected comic books without pause. I have sorted them, protected them with protective sleeves and back-boards, organized them in long white comic book boxes, and have figured my way through countless cross-overs, alternate universes, identity switcheroos, and the ever-ephermeral creative teams for any given title. I have very much enjoyed the organizational principle so vital to my collecting. It is this very simple, but long-lived, passion that, I think, ultimately fueled the engine carrying me to Library Science.

And, it appears, I am not the only one. Check out BadLibrarianship. Tres fantastique.