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This wonderful library is important for its rich, historical collections and for the remarkable, innovative building, which was designed by Henri Labrouste from 1842-50.
Read more about the library here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biblioth%C3%A8que_Sainte-Genevi%C3%...
File name: 08_02_006021
Box label: Boston Public Library: Branches (loose items)
Title: Jeffries Point
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Date created: 1939
Physical description: 1 photographic print : gelatin silver ; 8 x 10 in.
Genre: Gelatin silver prints
Subjects: Boston Public Library; Public libraries; Bookstacks
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Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
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Artist: Fred Watson
Title: Bookstack
Material: Grey granite on a black granite base
Northumbria University
Newcastle upon Tyne, Tyne and Wear, England, UK
Inspired by Bruno Rainaldi's Sapien. The little TV-type box at the top is a vintage slide-viewer. Olympus MjuII and expired (May 2002) Kodak Select Black & White + 400ASA chromogenic film. Cropped and tweaked in Picasa.
The book stack tracks fundraising progress for a new library building in Point Roberts.
Update: We are now (March 2015) up to $437,000 and ten books in the stack.
Books I received over the past two weeks:
Tomorrow When the War Began and The Dead and the Night by John Marsden
Torn and Entangled by Cat Clarke
Poison Heart by S.B. Hayes
The Witch of Turlingham Academy by Ellie Boswell
Bunheads by Sophie Flack
nvincible by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Lenobia’s Vow by P.C. and Kristin Cast
Bloodrose by Andrea Cremer
File name: 08_02_002736
Box label: Public buildings: Libraries
Title: Boston Medical Library
Alternative title: Boston Medical Library: The Fenway
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Date created: 1918
Physical description: 1 photographic print ; 7 1/2 x 9 1/2 in.
Genre: Photographic prints
Subjects: Boston Medical Library; Medical libraries; Buildings; Interiors; Bookstacks
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ENFIELD CENTRAL LIBRARY 1874-1967
In 1874 the The Enfield Library Association was established. The first Enfield Library was privately funded through donations, fund raisers and annual dues, as were most libraries during this time. Membership fees were $2.00 annually or $10.00 lifetime. The first library collection was housed in a privately owned home on Enfield Street.
On April 11, 1896 Enfield's first publicly owned library was opened. This library was housed on the second floor of the Town Hall on North Main St. in Thompsonville. During this time library users from the Hazardville area got their library books at the E.C. Allen & Son general store. Books were brought via trolley back and forth from the main library weekly. The public library flourished for many years in the Town Hall until it outgrew the shape available to them.
A man named John Pickens envisioned a new free public library for Thompsonville, Enfield and Hazardville and through great personal endurance successfully petitioned philanthropist Andrew Carnegie for money. After convincing Mr. Carnegie to agree to fund the building of a new library a proposal was brought before the voters who unceremoniously turned it down saying the library would be a "white Elephant" on the hands of the community. Mr. Pickens did not give up and in 1913 the new Carnegie Library was opened on Pearl St. This library was built for $20,000 including the land, construction, bookstacks and furnishings.
In 1937 the library opened a branch at the Brainard School. In 1939 the Lincoln St. branch was built. Then, in the late 50's after the death of John Pickens, a new building was constructed on School St. in Hazardville as a monument to John Pickens, "a man who loved and knew the value of libraries".
In the 50's and early 60's the population of Enfield grew rapidly. The need for a more centrally located, modern facility to meet the diverse needs of the Enfield tax payers was apparent. The new library was overwhelmingly approved by the voters in May 1967. The cost of the structure $800,000 offset by a grant of $100,000 provided in conjunction with the Library Construction Act.
Books to fill the new library were brought over from all of the branches. The Connecticut State Library also loaned Enfield several thousand books to get started. Shortly after the central library was opened the Lincoln St. and John Pickens branches were closed.
The first director of the new library was Joan Butler. the first staff consisted of 15 employees today the staff is 14 full time and 2 part time.
At the time of it's opening the Enfield Central Library recieved much attention and recognition as one of the finest in the state. According to the Hartford Courant, our collection is the tenth largest in Connecticut and we are one of the leaders in technology.
Today the library not only offers its patrons books but also magazines, compact discs, books on tape, videos, and our new CdRom collection.
THE HISTORY IS USED WITH PERMISSION.
COPYRIGHT BY THE ENFIELD PUBLIC LIBRARIES.
British Library book store, Woolwich in south east London, UK. The mesh floors are now covered with sheets of wood. Zenitar 16mm f/2.8 fisheye lens.
The bookstacks in the dungeons of the old UBC Main Library before it was torn down and rebuilt around 2007. These bookstacks no longer exist, and have been replaced by a robotic book retrieval system after $10,000,000 was donated to the library by Irving K. Barber.
Few people ventured into the depths of Main Library. Myths of killings and ghosts and the fear of getting lost inside the bookstacks deterred most students.
The bookseller's daughter / Pam Rosenthal
Back when we were grown ups / Anne Tyler
Medicus & and the disappearing dancing girls / Ruth Downie
Caveat Emptor / Ruth Downie
Mad about macarons / Jill Colonna
Duny,
That’s better, than Dunny I mean. I wouldn’t want to make you feel like a smelly lean-to, surrounded by boxing marsupials and digeridoos. There’s little of the Ned Kelly about you, I can see that. And Duny been all sort of cuddly Celtic/Anglo folklore and all that caper, makes the nomenclature more up to the jobby at hand. N’est ce pas? (TYFTC).
Sallying forth has not been much on the agenda here either, and apparently the next few days will be worse, clammy wise. One doesn’t feel much like hoovering here, and can only admire your enthusiasm for the same, sporadic as it is. I basically wait until ‘Hem Binnen’ gets the urge, then spring into assistance, an enthusiastic Robin to his Batman. The last time I took a damp mop to the dust, and it worked a treat, better than any hoover, at least on the wooden floors surrounding the carpets. Sometimes I secretly creep up on dust-bunnies with me trusty dust-buster, and vanquish the bleeders afore ‘HB’ comes over all Misses Mop, and I have to put on me assistant costume. That Robin mask makes me eyes run, not to mention the tights. Strangely, I don’t think of it getting in the way of writing, all menial jobs being a chance to cogitate, to let things brew (like the mammy’s tea, 24 hours on the hob, strong enough to trot a mouse across). I love me a good cogitation session, so you won’t be hearing me coming over all Clytemnestra or Niobe over that, not at all (at all). Down time and up time are both the same in my book, or me book, even. I used to like how Marcel (D) used to put a sign on his studio door, whilst he was sleeping, saying ‘Artist at Work’. I think of chasing dust-bunnies with me trusty dust-buster, in me tights, as the same thing: ‘Writer at Work’, or if not a writer, then at least someone who is trying cack-handedly to communicate in whichever form and medium is to hand. You be careful between those bookstacks in your bedroom, wouldn’t want you all smothered in an avalanche of your own enthusiasms. But I guess that’s what gets us all in the end anyway.
I enjoyed doing ‘The Origin of the Milky Bar’, it’s very me, very much my background, all that art history, all that academic shite. I enjoy playing with it, I always have. But it’s also a thinking space, for ideas, like those around the Cuckoo, ‘The Wild Geese’, and the Catfish. I like that menagerie, and feel it is an area I want to look at, that recognition of the ‘essential self’, and the ways we choose to hide that, how we disguise it, or rather how I do. I think I might end up writing the first Flickr novel, an amalgamation of a tradition with this clunky form of communication which exists in this Internet backwater. It’s the very ‘Backwater-ness’ of the place that makes it attractive to me. I haven’t courted followers, you can see I only have 308 followers there, and only recently joined a ‘group’ (actually I am in two, but only add to one. I joined the other to find images of Ireland, memory joggers). I almost think of it as a ‘private’ space. I have found it to be a very exhibitionistic intimate space, and I love that contradiction. It’s like leaving a window open, and sometimes I do a ‘Wife of Bath’ and hang my ass out that window (and laugh uproariously). That’s it really, it’s an open window to this room I am sitting in, in my Robin costume, a possible avenue of communication. It’s not that far away from my ‘Anchorite’ obsession, the one I built my 5-hour performance piece around, which in turn had been inspired by Pinter’s ‘A Kind of Alaska’ and Oliver Sak’s ‘Awakenings’. What a tangled web we weave indeed, no wonder my teeth are worn down trying to, at last, unravel it.
Talking of toothzes, good to hear your trials do be coming towards an end. It’s part and parcel of growing older, I guess. I am now on Calcium Blockers, and Statins, both of which are known for dissolving toothzes, so I am expecting them all to go south in due course. If they can get me as far as the crematorium, I will be fine, if not, I’ll be fine too. I believe gumzes are popular in certain circles anyways, circles which, in me former life, I was known to frequent. I understand the profound oneness you feel with those lads from Brandon, spendooly being spendooly, and all that portemonnee stuff in this time of great upheaval and bankrolling stockholders whilst poor creatives starve for the want of a bottle of Bombay, or Moët, I am with you there, me ol’ segousha. Don’t be at the starting of me on the old ‘electric’!
I won’t be at the giving of any advice relative to your dealing with Cuckoos, being one of that variety of foul fowl meself, there would be a touch of an own goal there. I am very pleased to be working that through myself, somewhat with Hem Binnen’s encouragement. At some point in your life, at least in the life of a cuckoo, you/he/she/they have to grab that bull by the horns, so to speak. It becomes a sort of admission and a renunciation. There is some catharsis there, but the royal we will get there.
The disappearance of the universal cuckoo, it does seem to be happening, with my sorely missed bees here. We have had one overworked bee on our balconies all summer. We now know each other well. I salute him with a “Hello, Mr. B”, which he answers with a “Hello, Mr.B”. I have been encouraging him to bring some of his mates around, but he doesn’t appear to have any anymore. What have we done with our cheap flights and pointless travelling? I, meself, am well and truly dun roamin.
An oeuf already, indeed!
Atticus Cuckoo
Call # CARN 0032
Interior of newly opened Carnegie library on Franklin Avenue in Bedford Stuyvesant; 0032 shows entrance, with checkout desk behind turnstiles, and bookstacks with balcony in back; 0033 shows reading room, with book-lined walls and wooden chairs and tables.
For more information: iii.brooklynpubliclibrary.org/record=b11352705~S63
Atrium of the unusually designed Public Library of Vancouver, Canada.
Tenuous Link: Nose ==> Knows ==> Knowledge ==> Library
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Roof of the Queen Elizabeth II Great Court, British Museum
In 1846 Robert Smirke was replaced as the museum's architect by his brother Sydney Smirke, whose major addition was the Round Reading Room 1854–1857; at 140 feet (43 m) in diameter it was then the second widest dome in the world, the Pantheon in Rome being slightly wider. The Reading Room closed in 1997 when the national library (the British Library) moved to a new building at St Pancras. With the bookstacks in the central courtyard of the museum empty, the demolition for Lord Foster's glass-roofed Great Court could begin
The Queen Elizabeth II Great Court is a covered square at the centre of the British Museum designed by the engineers Buro Happold and the architects Foster and Partner. The Great Court opened in December 2000 and is the largest covered square in Europe. The roof is a glass and steel construction, built by an Austrian steelwork company ith 1,656 uniquely shaped panes of glass.
Many thanks for a fantabulous
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Shot 05.03.2016 at the British Museum REF 115-030
Dirty Adored at Bookstacks in Perdita dress Infra red sunglasses, skin from Fashionably Dead Hair from Lamb. Isnt she just as pretty as a picture..this picture in fact, I am best photographer EVER!! XD (Not reaaaaallly)
The aim of the week is to confirm once and for all that Baby-Sitters Club is far superior to Sweet Valley High. Especially BSC in graphic novel form.
The stack of books I'm battling through at this present moment in time.
* D.H. Lawrence - Three Novellas (The Ladybird, The Fox, The Captain's Doll)
* Stephen Pile - The Book of Heroic Failures
* Ross & Wilson - Foundations of Anatomy and Physiology
* A.C. Spearing (translator) - The Cloud Of Unknowing & Other Works
* Jostein Gaarder - Sophie's World
* The Rough Guide to Switzerland
So far I'm halfway through The Fox, after having read The Ladybird, this is the first D.H. Lawrence set of stories I've managed to (finally) get round to reading, and he's pretty much my kind of guy. Luckily I have a fair few of his other works kicking about, so they'll be part of the pile someday soon I'm sure.
Heroic Failures is a collection of (mostly) newspaper articles about daft incidents people have managed to get themselves involved in. It's a pretty amusing read, but I can't think of any of the stories offhand as I haven't picked it up in while....
Anatomy - another one I haven't picked up in a while. This was my mum's old book from school, I saw it lying in the bookcase and thought I might as well teach myself how the body works. I've made it past cells etc & the skeleton, muscles and now I'm onto the basic functions of the heart. I've some way to go still (!).
The Cloud is a work by an unknown 14th Century author, and I'll just grab what Amazon has to say about it: "Contains The Cloud of Unknowing, The Mystical Theology of Saint Denis, The Book of Privy Counselling, and An Epistle on Prayer. Against a tradition of devotional writings which focussed on knowing God through Christ's Passion and his humanity, these texts describe a transcendent God who exists beyond human knowledge and human language. These four texts are at the heart of medival mystical theology in their call for contemplation, calm, and above all, love, as the way to understand the Divine. "
Sophie's World - I read this ages ago and thought it was about time for a reread. It's amazing how much of it I'd forgotten, but I'm actually getting a whole new level out of it after years of touching on religious/spiritual/philosopical writings. It's good stuff, I love love love Jostein Gaarder.
Switzerland! I was supposed to go over there to visit my friend last Autumn but never made it, but it's on the cards again for Spring/Summer, so I'm doing some research.
British Library book store, Woolwich in south east London, UK. First floor book stacks. It's like a maze, not made from clipped hedges but by shelves of books. Zenitar 16mm f/2.8 fisheye lens.
Bookstack - Fred Watson 1992
Location - Northumberland Road
Materials - Grey Granite on a Black Granite Base
Commissioned by - Northumbria University
A smoothly polished granite sculpture which depicts a stack of fifteen books piled one on top of the other. Another work Inside Outside by Fred Watson can be seen at the Tranwell unit of the Queen Elizabeth hospital in Gateshead. Watson was born in Gateshead and taught at Newcastle Polytechnic. His commissions are sited around the country including Milton Keynes and Harlow.
Books I received recently:
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
The People's Act of Love by James Meek
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards
Londoners by Craig Taylor (ebook)
We'll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han
The Drowned Cities by Paolo Bacigalupi
Between the Lines by Jodi Picoult & Samantha van Leer