Budapest and Out . . .
Michael Palin gets sweaty over poetry
So . . . Buda BYEBYE. After a record breaking week of membership and similar affiliatory behaviour, this week in the pest side things slo-o-o-wed the hell down. Tuesday saw the library installed at Kultiplex. As if anyone noticed. Oh no. They were too cool for a poetry library we thinks. Wednesday we jumped over to West Balkan, where members were more forthcoming, and some Hungarian dudes really dug our poetry washing line. We were also able to recommend some particularly good poetry titles to one of the young chaps, who then subsequently went off and spent a good half hour or more reading Ramona Herdman’s first collection, ‘Come What You Wished For’, and was so enthused about it when he came back to return the book that he asked if he could buy it. ‘We're a library’ we said. We don’t sell anything. But you can get it online through the small independent publishing house that made it, and we gave him the web address. Cool. We were then about to head on over to bed, but instead found ourselves at 2am in some random ‘artist’ warehouse slash abandoned building slash bar slash out there ‘space’. We talked to some Ssssss-TRANGE people. And set up the library on someone’s couch bed. And bagged one member, who by 4am had fully absorbed all our ByeByeLaws and realised he was entitled to submit a notice to affix within the library space, so he wrote out something and gave it to us. We will now affix said notice wherever the library is next. By 6am we made it to bed. . . and then had to get up very soon (on Thursday July 20th) to do a little more of the hard-core librarianship. We did a double shift, in the morning signing up 2 members at Bookstation, a lovely bookstore with a fantastic selection of Dictionaries, second-hand books, new titles and 3 whole shelves of poetry. We even got donated some poetry in Hungarian . . . huzzah! After the AM shift we had to lug the rest of our bags over the city and then slammed over to Kuplung, for our last shift of the Budapest stop. Despite approaching every person sitting in the courtyard where we were set up, no-one wanted to join, so we spent a few hours reading some short stories (no we don’t read our own library books that often - we have to take a break from poetry some of the time!). . . and so. Budapest. We iz lovin’ and leavin’ ya. We’ve 34 Budapest members since we arrived 2 weeks ago, and a whole lotta lovely people in the mix. We think there is potential here so we might have to be back . . . in the meantime, here are some of our sights . . .
Hoh-hee-hoh-hee-hoh . . . Budapest celebrates Bastille Day
West Balkan’s door where someone stole our poster from . . . yee gads!
Installed at WB
Half buildings. Budapest’s defining feature
West Balkan bar . . . a cool place to hang tight wit ya library
A new member carefully filling out his library card at WB
We read FICTION not POETRY dudes!
How we take our coffee on a Budapest boat
We see the light at the end of the Budapest tunnel. We like light.
Hold on to that child!
