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One of my main gripes about living in the Philippines is how limited selections in bookstores usually are. Sometimes, release dates are even delayed. Unless a book is hyped up to a scary degree (e.g., Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, whatever book Dan Brown has pulled out of his ass), it will probably never see Philippine shores until way later. Don’t even get me started on poetry collections.

Another main complaint is that shipping out from online sellers like Amazon.com sets me back a bit because of the shipping and handling fees. Add to that the almost surreptitiously added customs fees and taxes, and it’s almost enough to stave me off of books. Almost. It’s kind of ridiculous how many hoops my friends and I have to go through to get to the books that we can never get here. I mean, we only want to read.

Enter Book Depository, a bookseller in the UK that proudly offers free shipping worldwide. When someone first directed me to the site, they hadn’t offered free shipping to the Philippines yet (which fed my already self-piteous outlook), but they opened their doors about two weeks ago, and I ordered books right away.

They said that books to be shipped to my area (‘elsewhere’) would take between 7-10 days and after obsessively checking my order (they offer tracking!), my packages arrived exactly 10 days after they’d been ‘dispatched,’ and except for a little warping that I can live with, I’m pretty darn happy with my books.

I got Sarah Manguso’s second poetry book, Siste Viator, Donald Barthelme’s Sixty Stories (which I got after listening to Chris Adrian read “The Indian Uprising” for The New Yorker podcast) and McSweeney’s No. 30. I’ve read a few from each collection, and I’m excited to get through all of them. Like I said, when the books got to me (delivered directly to my house, so NO CUSTOMS FEES, YES!), it was like getting manna from heaven.

Not that I would actually know what that felt like, but getting these books felt pretty darned magical to me.

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I have not read Billy Collins work, ever, so this was such a wonderful surprise. I normally can’t resist watching videos of children doing things like reciting poetry and Hamlet’s soliloquy, or singing to Pavement, thank goodness. Or else, I would not have clicked this.

Aside from providing an amazing performance by a three-year-old, who has exceptional memorization skills and a great intonation and sense of sound for words, this video has also introduced me to some work by Billy Collins. So, thank you, three-year-old and his mom. I really appreciate it.

Litany
by Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

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