This is the epic tale
Of how the Pyramids of Gueza were built
Without the wheel
And hundreds of feet high
Its been lost
The Great Wall of China
A stone line of soldiers
Ready for the signal to defend
Against the Mongols
Why was it not demolished?
As it was being built
Wasnt it vulnerable?
This has been lost as well
In the eyes of the slaves
Standing in single files
Sand colored pelts
Was what they were the masters of
With acid raining upon them
As we drag our brothers in
From all these wonders
And all their questions
Wrapped in aluminum foil
You can afford nothing
The book of the future is a fragile thing
Like a crystal sending off little rainbow prisms
So why is it as tough as granite stone paved with ice?
With silky white pages all grouped together neatly
Like little honey bees, coming back from work
So why are all of them browned and torn?
Bound in all of God's favorite colors
Like the inside of a bubble
So why now is it dull and gray?
The words are clear and beautifully spun
Like an antique rug woven by Indians
So why does every blurred word spell out "Disaster"?
The book of the future is made by every tree they say.
Every tree however, could not admire their work
It's cover is laced
E for Epilogue
If there had been an age before now, its time was up.
If there had been a place before here, it had faded to yellowed scraps long ago, remaining only a savage dustbowl of varied slow deaths.
Android or cybernetic death is not as fast paced as traditional organic passing over.
In crumbled tales of ancient times it had been interpreted that the truly living might terminate immediately on contact with the ground after a long fall, perhaps cease function randomly in the night. Some would walk out in front of vehicles and snap from bright intelligence to a damp red heap in a second. Others would live and die at the point of birt
A Collective Realization
We are the dead
Yes, we are the dead
Freezing, but learning.
So who are we now?
Those lost in savage Africa
On a quest for ivory
Our hearts full of
Oh, the horror, the horror!
We are without time,
Lost in time,
Or, rather, it is
The space-time fabric
Which is lost in us.
Yes, that is it.
And we, too, have our time
Just as the day
Or the night.
It is day by the blessed sun
Or, night by the blessed moon.
We say it is the moon,
We know it is the sun.
then god be blessed
For it has its time!
And winter has its.
To everything, they say,
There is a season.
Please disregard the phrase above. I don't know how to get rid of it.
This very fine gallery has been neglected for over a year because I have moved on to other things. If you have any interest in reviving it, running it, turning it into a group endeavor, or in any way carrying on the project I started please let me know. You can change it however you like to make it your own, but I would hope that the gallery up to now would remain and be added to. If no one steps up, I will just leave it sitting here for the foreseeable future.
WHAT IS THE LOST BOOK CLUB AND MUSEUM?
It is a gallery of fragments, both text and image artifacts, connected b
NEW CONTEST: THE BOOK OF THE FUTURE
In honor of our museum's 300th acquisition, and leading up to our first anniversary, I am announcing a new contest, open to all, on the theme THE BOOK OF THE FUTURE.
This can be interpreted any way you like. It could be a mysterious book that comes to us from the future, or a book of speculations and predictions about the future of books and literacy, in particular, or the future in general, or any other way you care to look at it.
This time I would like to encourage text entries, fiction or non-fiction, as well as visual art. Prizes will include a fine print of your choice from my Lost Book images, and
Lost Book Finds Use in Real World
First of many, I suspect.
The winner of our DREAM BOOK CONTEST, is ~mjdaluz (https://www.deviantart.com/mjdaluz), with her Key to Imagination:
WHAT IS THE LOST BOOK CLUB AND MUSEUM?
It is a gallery of fragments, both text and image artifacts, connected by a common theme: The Deconstruction and Reimagining of Books and Book Culture in our Post-Literate Age.
EXAMPLES: Fragments of ancient texts in forgotten languages, scientific & technical illustrations from unknown sciences and technologies, false starts of books, covers or title pages for non-existent
Sorry to have abandoned this club. My 20th century loner brain became dangerously overloaded by 21st century social media some time ago, so I took a long break. For the moment I have only returned to let you know where I can be found, for those who might want to find me. I have just started a blog at [link] in order to have a public place to work on my latest obsessions. I promise to be far more responsive to the few who visit me there - and you might find it interesting. Wishing all the best for all of you.
can somebody please let me know if James is coming back ?? what has happened ?? do you have any news ?? I'd like this club to be a GROUP, lots of persons are so interested in it.... It's one of the best clubs in DA
is the Club of the lost Books still alife ... cos the journal entry from James Koehnline dates back to june this year. I´m interested in joining and submitting to the club once in a while cos im a surreal book lover!