Discovering Houston’s bookstores and pubs by bike

Discovering Houston’s bookstores and pubs by bike

Houston is not necessarily the most bike and pedestrian friendly town there is. If you need to travel within your neighborhood and the ones just around you, then you’ll be fine, especially inside the loop, however if you need to get out of the loop, cross one of the bayous or a major highway, then you’re just up shit creek. There are very few pedestrian and bike friendly bridges to cross highways and waterways. This morning I decided that I wanted to go visit Kaboom Books in Woodland Heights, for which I had to to cross one bayou, two highways, and ride approximately 5.5 miles. The bookstore was totally worth it, and getting to ride through this incredibly diverse town was totally worth it as well, though the crossing of the highways was not fun, especially coming back south where I’d forgotten where the bike-friendly bridge was, and had to push my bike on a two feet wide sidewalk over a massive highway with very little protective hedge on one side and speeding uncaring cars on the other. I overheard the bookstore owner tell another customer that he had over 84 thousand books! And during my two or so hours there, I asked him several questions, and he seemed to know every book in his bookstore, present and past, or if he’s never had such and such title in his collection. At one point, I asked him if he had any collections of Robert Graves essays–he didn’t, they’re hard to find–and he came out with several titles from Graves I had never heard of, as well as several I...
The Void

The Void

THE VOID No space is empty. Technically, there is no void, and yet, somehow, there is. * Time and space may not be linear, but that is how we perceive them within our reality, and until the time comes, that we learn to perceive all dimensions of time and space at once, then we are stuck in linear time. * Within our limited perception we think we can see the physical space around us, what we take up, what we move about, gaseous clouds, walking through space is what we are. Miracles. it’s crazy that we don’t simply dissipate, that we even exist, and yet here we are living and breathing taking up space moving within it, taking it for granted and choosing to spend our days sharing some of this space with other seemingly gaseous finite being while in fact we are that space that we take up the space is us, we are only alive in relation to this universe that we occupy and the space isn’t ours, it’s the other way around. Once again we tend to perceive everything backward. Houston, Texas April 17 I’ll probably continue to tweek this poem, or maybe not.   Peace & Love François Pointeau please buy my books: BEER SONGS FOR THE LONELY and GOOD FEELING SEVEN SHORT STORIES Locally, my books are available in Austin, Texas at Book People, Malvern Books and Half Price Books (2222 & Lamar) My books are also available in Houston, Texas at Wired Up on Dunlavy &...
“Application for Release from the Dream” by Tony Hoagland

“Application for Release from the Dream” by Tony Hoagland

Just read the following book, Application for Release from the Dream by Tony Hoagland, and I enjoyed it. I think I’ll read it again. A few times. I’ve taken out three brief excerpts from the book, they are small sections of three different poems. To get the full effect, you’ll have to buy the book and read it for yourself. I had never heard of Mr. Hoagland before buying his book. Below is how I came to buy his book, take it home, and read it. If you haven’t stepped inside a bookstore in a while, you should try out your local book selling establishment, and talk with the person behind the counter. Tell them what you like, what you’re in the mood for, and how much you want to spend. Then ask them to pick out a couple of titles for you. It’s kind of fun. That’s how I shop for wine as well. The reality TV show brought together fat white Alabama policemen and African American families from Detroit to live together on a custom-made plantation for a month. America: stupidity plus enthusiasm is a special king of genius. (excerpt from the poem Eventually the Topic) I rode my bike to my local bookseller, Brazos Bookstore. I was looking for a specific book. They didn’t have it. That’s often the case. I tend bar down the street, and one of my customers is an 80 year old poet who has published over twenty books in his lifetime. He told me that Brazos might have at least one of his books. They didn’t. I was disappointed. But then...